This is one of those wonderful books to take to the pub sometime when you've got a spare hour or two. Between the lines here there is an unintentional analysis of why alcohol caught on as the world's number one drug. But that's hardly the point of the book. You would guess that it's good from the fact that it has a foreword by the author Bill Bryson (
A Short History of Nearly Everything). Its exploration of pub folklore and history had me saying to my mother, 'Let's go and sit in the tap room' and having her look at me in amazement as I am a child of the alcopop world. The best thing about it is that it has a guide to historic or special pubs all around the British Isles, so you will at last be set free from thinking that the only famous pub you know is the one where the Kray twins shot someone in the East End in the 1960s.
The battle between a parched population (sometimes incredibly so - navvies on a Friday, for instance) and a Government determined to keep the masses sober, is expertly recorded. In the 19th century, when regulation comparable to today's was brought in, the debate between 'toxic' gin and 'wholesome' beer explodes.
However, it is interesting to see that the rise in the use of alcohol, necessitating regulation, coincided with the onset of the Industrial Revolution. Call this pseudy, but this recognition by the author of this book coincides with Michel Foucault noting that there were no lunatic asylums built in Europe until the Industrial Revolution had produced its definitions of troublemakers and 'proper people' - i.e. those who worked and gave their slavish co-operation to the evil new regime. Etc.
The subject, and the book, seem to grow more interesting with each successive pint . . .
Hmm.