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B : somewhat aimless, but good rambling fun See our review for fuller assessment.
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Geoff Nicholson is drawn to the unusual, and after writing about Sex Collectors he turns his attention to the arguably even more bizarre -- pedestrians !
Of course, everyone shuffles around a few steps here and there during the day, but then most people generally engage in some sort of sexual activity occasionally as well; just as in Sex Collectors he was, in large part, after those who really took it seriously, so in The Lost Art of Walking he is more interested in those who really amble around a lot -- or walk with determined purpose.
Walking is special but not strange. It's not a stunt. It's worth doing for its own sake.Still, he acknowledges that the automobile has changed things: Yes, there was a time when everybody walked: they did it because they had to. The moment they had a choice, they chose not to do it.Indeed, Nicholson needs to find walking 'special' -- i.e. at least somewhat out of the ordinary -- in order to make a book out of the subject; the idea that walking is simply perfectly normal would be too simple. Hence the focus on extremes and the bizarre -- which, while certainly entertaining, is also somewhat misleading. After all, walking really is a rather pedestrian affair ..... Still, the bizarre does offer good entertainment value. There's the sporting aspect of it, at least in the nineteenth century, with Nicholson presenting a variety of wagers and challenges that led to some bizarre long-distance/duration walking stunts. And then there were the professional pedestriennes: For a brief period in the nineteenth century female walking was a serious sport and a serious business. Large crowds turned out to watch, and successful women earned a great deal of money. Even so, it was an activity that had something sleazy and daring about it; pedestriennes weren't much better than actresses.Oddly, however, Nicholson doesn't pay much attention to contemporary race-walking (despite it being an Olympic discipline). He meets with the great walker Iain Sinclair and has some fun making fun of Guy Debord and 'psychogeography', which he has a hard time taking seriously (quite rightly, given his experiences). There's some Sheffield nostalgia, as he recounts his childhood walks -- and his mum's ultimately fatal one -- and a look at some walking photographers. He considers walking in movies, inebriated walking, takes a very small stab at pilgrimages and several at the varieties of city-street walking (particularly in New York, London, and LA) -- and briefly also considers the rather different streetwalking. There are some interesting statistics along the way, such as the fact that: Of the 70,000 or so pedestrians who are injured by cars in America every year, 15,000 are New Yorkers, a staggering proportion. With 2.7 percent of the nation's population the city has 21 percent of the injuries.And Nicholson lets his mind wander, such as wondering, after noting that Charlie Chaplin had his feet insured for some ridiculous sum: Is there any recorded case of anybody ever collecting one these Hollywood-body-part insurance policies ?It's the agreeable tone, not-too-serious approach, and general loose drift that makes this book, like most of his books, an entertaining little read. As usual, his talents are rather wasted on a non-fiction subject, which he can't take quite serious enough (there's little of the subtitle-promised science of walking, for example) and it probably would have worked better lightly dressed up as a work of fiction (even taking as the strained premise an author wanting to write about walking ...), but perhaps non-fiction was/is the easier sell. Nicholson's breezy style, wealth of just-odd-enough experiences, and a rather laid-back attitude towards research make for an entertaining if unexceptional read. Good fun, and good pass-time reading, though hardly much more. - Return to top of the page - The Lost Art of Walking: Reviews:
- Return to top of the page - English author Geoff Nicholson, born in Sheffield in 1953, has written a flurry of novels. He lives in London and Los Angeles. - Return to top of the page -
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