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Boring account of being bored,
This review is from: The Big Red Train Ride (Picador Books) (Paperback)
It may be that Eric Newby is an acquired taste, but I find his style of writing insufferable- his style is dull, his jokes leaden and for a famous traveller, his natural metier is the Little Englander comparing the USSR with the delights of the West Country.
This account of a 1977 trip on the Trans Siberian is a mix of a history of the railway and Newby complaining about not being allowed to photographs. When he is not repeating this complaint ad nauseum he is moaning about the restrictions imposed by his Soviet companions, complaining about the people he meets, and being rude about his wife.
Whilst I pity the friends and family of Mr Newby who had to sit through his "anecdotes" (of which there are practically none), at least they did not have to pay for the privilege. There is one singular interesting fact- which is that it was sufficient to be caught taking snuff to be exiled to Siberia in the eighteenth century, but only after your septum had been torn out.