by Tony Hawks
The author, a comedian, hitch-hiked around the coast of Ireland with, as
the title suggests, a small fridge in tow on a trolley. It was done for
a bet, or on a whim, or just to write the book — it’s not too
important. The main thing is that Hawks did the feat, and writes about
it with self-effacing wit and pointed observation of the eccentric
characters along the way.
In fact the book at times is utterly
hilarious; Hawks is a shrewd observer and has comic pacing to spare.
There’s very little “travel book” material here, in part because Hawks
doesn’t delve into cultural or social differences much, and in part
because most of his time is spent in pubs and inns. He’s a people
watcher, not a nation watcher. His description of an impromptu
sing-along, for example, is full of admiration. Hawks clearly loves the
Irish people, who embraced his mad quest with true affection, and he
shows the sympathetic, fun side to the Irish well.
four stars
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