I'm sure you've done that thing during a rambling conversation when you wonder how you ever got to, say, the Large Hadron Collider, when you began talking about, for example, the smell of a dry cleaners. It happens when you are truly comfortable with your companions and feel so light and happy just being together that no subject is off limits and no link is so tenuous as to be considered off the conversation. You laugh at the shared silliness and creativity as you try to recall the paths you've wandered together.
Uniquely, at least in my experience, Stevyn Colgan conveys that same sense of easy, jamming fun in print. He makes you feel you are in good, bright, welcoming and very entertaining company.
But he isn't rambling. Far from it.
Instead of chapters, the book is organised into rounds, beginning at a seemingly arbitrary point and ending up right back there, in Finnegans Wake style, despite meandering and exploring the unlikeliest of back lanes and byways. Every topic is linked somehow, and always remarkably, to the next. And along the way you find yourself being enjoyably guerrilla educated, as if by a really good episode of QI. It is rather satisfying and consistent that the author is connected to the show, and the elves to his book.
As you read you occasionally become aware of other connections that could spin you off at tangents and at the end, as you meet again the opening sentence of the round, you really appreciate the author's craft in leading you in just the direction he did.
Then, when you think, a little sadly, that you have come to a natural close, there are more treats in store. Not least among which is that rarest of literary delights, a truly entertaining index. So that you are not left wondering how you ever came to this unexpected place from page 1, it cheerfully guides your recall and all the amusing digressions and serendipitous links you have enjoyed.
It's a feeling that's familiar to us all.
I'm sure you've done that thing, during a rambling conversation ...