Awful. Unengaging, unenlightening and unendearing ...
This is one of those ultra-high concept travel books -- author tapdances across Antarctica, to make a point about global warming. Author goes around the world, making landfall only on islands with a "Q" in their name, to make a point about ........ er, I dunno.
This can work. I remember reading a book in which the author hitchhikes across Ireland, dragging a small refrigerator behind him. It was engaging, enlightening about Irish people, and Irish history, and it was very funny. Another example, an author who travelled the US South, visiting and participating in Civil War re-enactments. Again -- fascinating, using a great linking device to make an interesting point about America today.
So possibly, in the hands of a different author, the idea-- driving across America in a Model-T Ford, following a route that visits counties that voted overwhelming for Donald Trump-- might have had potential. But this doesn't work, on any level.
Tim Moore, as our tour guide and intrepid traveller, is just annoying. A lot of the "hilarity" depends on his technical uselessness, and complete ignorance of the operation and maintenance of the Model T. When things go wrong, as they immediately do -- the car stalls, floods, proves difficult to manage, drinks oil and petrol like water, (and he can't figure out how to top up the water ...), this is all supposed to be hilarious. What larks. He has prepared for his journey by watching a couple of YouTube videos, having a couple of 20-minute test drives, and keeping the guy who sold him the car on speed dial ...
This approach is not only insulting to the good-hearted people who repeatedly come to his aid, but it's an insult to the demographic that Moore is supposed to represent, the "wise-ass Limey liberal"-- who, as embodied by Moore, can't be bothered to do his homework, to dirty his hands, to show some self-reliance. As a wise-ass honorary limey liberal, I am insulted.
Trying to give this book a fair chance, after the first three, underwhelming chapters, I skipped ahead to Chapter 6, which was supposed to cover the portion of his route dedicated to Ohio, and specifically Granville, Ohio. I lived for 13 years in Ohio, just down the road from Granville, so I was interested to hear what he would have to say, who he would speak to, and what he would make of it.
The answer was: nothing. Nada. Diddley-squat. Rien. He is surprised to discover that Ohio is mostly farmland. He has a pointless conversation with a young Amish man at a farmers' market. And that's it for Ohio. He devotes one whole paragraph to the "Rust Belt," and Toledo, and then he skedaddles off to Detroit -- which doesn't even fit the "Trump counties" criteria he has set himself -- he just wants to go there, because the Model T was built there.
It was at that point that I gave up.