Well, so far as I know, no one else seems to be addressing the blight which ubiquitously disfigures seemingly every inch of our environment. It's a wilful disfigurement by and large, consciously done, which makes it all the more hard to explain. Why do people drop litter? Why don't people care about streets, paths, hedges, parks and gardens strewn with ever-increasing dumps, large and small, of cast-off rubbish? Mr Dalrymple demolishes many arguments, such as the huge increase in wrapping and the pervasive consumption of fast food, and considers changes in behaviour, such as the new habit of eating on the streets. He ties this problem in with many other social trends and features of modern living, always debating with himself the opposite reasoning, to test out his thinking. But his thinking is sound, and he steers towards an explanation which is profound and complex, part of a deeper malaise. What we can do about it is therefore not easy to address, but the most effective method is to do what my generation's parents did, and simply instill into youngsters that it is wrong to drop litter.
The work takes concentration to follow the twists and turns of the author's careful reasoning, and would repay a second reading.
He is well-placed to have written this discursive book, by profession being a psychiatrist.
This should be compulsary reading - that sounds off-putting. Maybe to teachers, ministers, local authorities, parents. It's not a subject widely aired: that is what is so frightening. We live in a pigsty of our own making, and don't seem the care. Mr Dalrymple makes an excellent attempt to fathom why.