Note: I think the title is wrong on this entry. The picture of the book is correct and matches my ISBN, but the title does not match the ISBN (nor the picture).
If you are an American who wants to get a glimpse of your culture through the eyes of the British, Jon Sopel’s If Only They Didn’t Speak English: Notes from Trump’s America might interest you. Sopel is a Washington D.C. political correspondent for the BBC and has been in America for about four years. It feels as if the subtitle, “Notes from Trump’s America,” is a marketing ploy to help sales. Sopel, when he deals in specifics, discusses the Obama administration more due to the fact that Donald Trump was barely into his first year of destroying whining about the media being mean to him boring even the morons of Fox & Friends with his incoherent ramblings residing at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue when Sopel published this book. This is an interesting outsider’s view of American culture and politics, but Sopel overgeneralizes a good bit.
The title of the book refers to the fact that Americans speak English, which gives the British people the idea that we’re sort of like their long-distance cousins—we don’t live in the same house, but we’re a part of the same family. Instead, Sopel thinks we are very, very different and those differences would be easier to see if we didn’t speak the same language. Then it would be obvious that Americans are not just Brits who incorrectly say fries, when it’s chips; chips when it’s crisps, cookies when it’s biscuits; and clearly do not drink enough tea (with milk!). Americans, Sopel insists, are much more foreign than that. His nine one-word chapters are designed to compare and contrast American and British cultures. He isn’t necessarily saying one culture/country does something better than the other, although he is bemused (and horrified) by the importance that religion and guns play in American society and politics (he isn’t the only one).
Sopel’s most glaring difficulty in writing about American culture is that he hasn’t lived here long enough to really get a handle on America. Hell, Americans are still trying to figure themselves out. As a political correspondent for the BBC, he is based in Washington D.C. and lives in a white, upper-middle-class neighborhood. His experience of living in a wealthy area and interacting with educated professionals informs his impressions and generalizations of American life. It’s not that he isn’t aware that less than a mile from his home people live very different lives—more crime, more poverty and certainly a different skin color. However, his generalizations of Americans are not based on them. He discusses how polite his neighbors are, how litter-free and perfectly manicured the lawns and are, and how everyone comes out to shovel their sidewalk in the winter and will even lend a helping hand to an elderly or physically handicapped neighbor to shovel their sidewalks as well. He calls this the “self-reliance” of America. We don’t wait for the council (local British government) to clean off the streets or pick up the litter like the British do; oh, golly, no—Americans have a can-do attitude and we take care of those things ourselves. This, Sopel approves of (hurrah!). On the downside, these same friendly, self-reliant Americans don’t drink enough and are way too much into god. He describes dinner parties that start at 6 pm and are finished by 10 pm, have only one bottle of wine for ten people, and the embarrassment he felt when he began eating before everyone (at the dinner party) held hands to say grace. I don’t know who the hell he hangs out with, but it’s very possible he discovered the one group of overly religious teetotalers in the neighborhood. Or maybe that’s his whole neighborhood. However, that’s not an accurate picture of America, even if Sopel would like it to be.
Sopel makes much of America’s religiosity. As an atheist, I agree with him—it’s too much. Too much religion in politics, too much in public policy, too much in education, too much butting in where it doesn’t belong. I like the British (as Sopel writes it) view of religion—something you do on Sunday and then pack away for the rest of the week. You certainly don’t base important decisions, like who will be your next president, on it. It’s quite possible that the candidates are lying and just pandering to the masses to get votes. Proclaiming you have a special relationship with god and read the Bible every night doesn’t make you a good person and it certainly doesn’t make you presidential material…except in America. (Case in point: Trump. Evangelicals voted for him in massive numbers and c’mon. If Trump had been a Democrat, they would have called him Satan’s whelp and held prayer vigils to save his soul from damnation.) However, one of the signs America is too religious is we have too many churches. Seriously, Sopel says. They’re bloody everywhere. Yes, we do have a lot of churches, but we don’t have an official religion. So just about anyone can set up shop and (thanks to the easy IRS tax laws) scam gullible people out of their cash. Sopel does acknowledge this but I think he needs to go home and count all the churches in the UK. There are a lot of them. If you’re speeding by on the train going from oh, say, Derby to York, you can spot them from the window. Even tiny villages have at least one ancient (American ancient, not British ancient) stone church. To give the UK its due, their churches are awesome, and I mean that word in its best sense—awe-inspiring. I’ve visited the famous churches (Westminster Abbey, St. Paul’s Cathedral, York Minster) the less famous (Durham Cathedral, Liverpool Cathedral) and the local Derby church (Derby Cathedral). Great Britain knows how to do churches. Even smaller churches (such as a one room Methodist chapel I stumbled upon in Derbyshire) are lovely. Anyway, my point is: Sopel, the UK also has a ton of churches.
While I agree with Sopel’s assessment of American culture and politics for the most part, he isn’t as familiar with America as he thinks he is especially when he calls Hoboken (New Jersey) a “trendy district.” First, it’s a city. Second, it’s trendy? I’ve never heard that. Carrie Bradshaw of Sex and the City once had to contemplate leaving her apartment in Manhattan and moving to Hoboken and the idea of living in Hoboken nearly caused her an emotional breakdown. But hell, it’s been a while since I’ve been in the NYC area. Maybe Hoboken is trendy now and Carrie would be proud to live there with all her Jimmy Choos. Sopel did supply me with some interesting historical background about the NRA (they once supported sensible gun safety laws and didn’t believe in open carry—wow, huh?) and the so-called “special relationship” between America and Great Britain. That chapter (“Special”) was probably the most interesting. Sopel is not the most charming writer. He gets the job done, but does not display any of the famous British dry wit. He comes across as somewhat self-important and impressed with himself, except for when he’s truly being a dick. On page 285, Sopel describes how pleased he was to be invited to play tennis with the British Ambassador to the US. His daughter happens to call during an intense discussion of NATO that Sopel is eavesdropping on. She is crying and tells her father that she just crashed the car. When he asks her if she’s okay, she says yes so he tells her he’ll talk to her later and hangs up so he can go back to listening to the political conversation: “Maybe not my finest hour in concerned parenting…but, hey, the tennis was great.” Yeah, Sopel, you aren’t funny and you sound like an asshole. Oh, excuse me, an arsehole.
If Only They Didn’t Speak English by Jon Sopel is a fairly interesting book. He’s not charming or amusing (no matter what he thinks) and isn’t the America expert he thinks he is. To be fair, his target audience is his fellow Brits (I bought the book in the UK) so if they’ve never been to America, they wouldn’t be able to quibble over his overgeneralizations. I’d say most of his observations are fairly accurate, particularly when he discusses the hypocrisy of politics and politicians and the dangers both Americans and the British people face regarding the new reality of “fake news.” The book ends rather abruptly and it’s more about Obama’s America than Trump’s, but it’s worth a read if you are interested in seeing America through an outsider’s lens.