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Stephen Fry in America
ISBN: 9780007266340
出版社: Harper Colins
出版年: 2008
页数: 320
定价: 294.00元
装帧: Hardcover
内容简介
Britain's best-loved comic genius Stephen Fry turns his celebrated wit and insight to unearthing the real America as he travels across the continent in his black taxicab. Stephen's account of his adventures is filled with his unique humour, insight and warmth in this beautifully illustrated book that accompanies his journey for the BBC1 series. 'Stephen Fry is a treasure of the British Empire.' - The Guardian Stephen Fry has always loved America, in fact he came very close to being born there. Here, his fascination for the country and its people sees him embarking on an epic journey across America, visiting each of its 50 states to discover how such a huge diversity of people, cultures, languages, beliefs and landscapes combine to create such a remarkable nation. Starting on the eastern seaboard, Stephen zig-zags across the country in his London taxicab, talking to its hospitable citizens, listening to its music, visiting its landmarks, viewing small-town life and America's breath-taking landscapes - following wherever his curiosity leads him. Stephen meets a collection of remarkable individuals - American icons and unsung local heroes alike.Stephen starts his epic journey on the east coast and zig-zags across America, stopping in every state from Maine to Hawaii. En route he discovers the South Side of Chicago with blues legend Buddy Guy, catches up with Morgan Freeman in Mississippi, strides around with Ted Turner on his Montana ranch, marches with Zulus in New Orleans' Mardi Gras, and drums with the Sioux Nation in South Dakota; joins a Georgia family for thanksgiving, 'picks' with Bluegrass hillbillies, and finds himself in a Tennessee garden full of dead bodies. Whether in a club for failed gangsters (yes, those are real bullet holes) or celebrating Halloween in Salem (is there anywhere better?), Stephen is welcomed by the people of America - mayors, sheriffs, newspaper editors, park rangers, teachers and hobos, bringing to life the oddities and splendours of each locale. A celebration of the magnificent and the eccentric, the beautiful and the strange, Stephen Fry in America is our author's homage to this extraordinary country.
Stephen’s list of some of the things he got up to in every state of the US:
Lobster fishing in Maine.
Electioneering with Mitt Romney for the New Hampshire primaries.
Went to a real witch’s ball at Salem, Massachusetts, on Halloween.
Sailed an Admiral Cup winning yacht in Rhode Island.
Went down into a nuclear submarine in Connecticut.
Mixed my own Ben and Jerry’s flavour in Vermont.
Went deer hunting in upstate New York.
Hung out with ancient toothless wise guys from the old days in the borough of Queen’s, New York; drove Sting down Broadway.
Learned to deal Blackjack in the Trump Taj Mahal casino in Atlantic City New Jersey
Zoomed round Washington DC in a Segway.
Went to the Veteran’s Day ceremony in Arlington, Virginia with VP Dick Cheney.
Went down a coal mine in West Virginia.
Sold a thoroughbred yearling and got insanely ratted in a bourbon distillery in Kentucky.
Picked with Bluegrass hillbillies and found myself in a garden full of dead bodies in Tennessee. Was appointed an official duckmaster in Memphis, an honour I share with Kevin Bacon and Oprah Winfrey.
Went ballooning over the Smoky Mountains in North Carolina.
Enjoyed Thanksgiving in a grand plantation house in Georgia.
Went to a gay bar in Georgia and watched a drag act ... "Honey, there’s more of us than you’d believe."
Watched a college football game in Alabama that was bigger than the FA Cup final. 100,000 in the stadium, two hundred thousand crowded outside it.
Sat in court in Montgomery as families pleaded for their children’s parole.
Swam with dolphins and danced with snowbirds in Florida.
Marched with the Zulus on Mardi Gras in New Orleans, was blessed at a voodoo ceremony (or possibly cursed). Witnessed the horrors of Hurricane Katrina in the Lower Ninth Ward.
Went oystering down in the gulf of Mexico and farmed with murderers and lifers at the Angola state penitentiary in the rest of Louisiana.
Canoed along the Mississippi in Arkansas.
Sat and talked about the blues with Morgan Freeman in Clarksdale, Mississippi.
Watched the girls of Clarksdale High lose a basketball match.
Hung out in the ice and snow amongst the homeless in St Louis, Missouri.
Had my brain examined by a Maharishi psychologist at the Maharishi University in Iowa. Went nuts trying to find alcohol in Vedic City, Iowa, a city founded by followers of the Maharishi.
Rode with the fire brigade in Elkhart, Indiana. Looked a dick in the uniform. Breathing apparatus got stuck on me.
Rode a Model T-Ford around Henry Ford’s Greenfield Village, Michigan.
Discovered the South Side of Chicago with blues legend Buddy Guy.
Cast and buffed and dipped and polished a genuine Oscar at the factory where they are made in Chicago.
Improved with the Second City revue.
Milked sheep in Wisconsin and was pulled in an Amish sled.
Went ice-fishing in Minnesota and caught a fish.
Strode around with Ted Turner on his Montana ranch and inspected his herd of buffalo.
Helicoptered over the Canadian border with the National Border Patrol.
Poured water over Idaho to demonstrate the nature of the continental divide.
Was pulled by huskies in Wyoming.
Ate German food at a diner in Bismarck, North Dakota.
Stayed on the Lakota Sioux reservation in South Dakota and drummed with the young braves.
Went trucking in Nebraska.
Went down a missile bunker in Kansas.
To a rodeo in Oklahoma.
Attended an Indian Pow Pow in Denver and caused an explosion on the slopes at Aspen, Colorado.
Drove along the Rio Grande with Border Patrol in El Paso, Texas and watched Mexicans trying to smuggle themselves over the border.
In New Mexico went to Los Alamos where the first Atom bomb was made; ballooned along a canyon and went inside an earth ship.
Barbecued with the Navajo deep inside Monument Valley and had a Navajo weaving lesson.
In Nevada played a spy game in Las Vegas and found myself in a legal brothel outside Reno talking to well breasted women.
Flew in a WW2 B17 bomber from Phoenix to Tucson, Arizona and played a scene in a western in the old Tucson studios. Got shot. Death scene lasted 12 minutes, nearly a Tucson record. Beaten by Deforest Kelley, later Dr McCoy, in a B western.
Drank wine in California’s Napa Valley, chewed the fat with Jony Ive, designer of the iMac, iPod and iPhone. Shot a .44 magnum in Ukiah, California, guest of the sheriff.
Raided a marijuana farm in Mendocino County.
Camped out in a place known to be frequented by Big Foot, the Sasquatch in Grant’s Pass, Oregon.
Swam with sea otters and seals in Seattle, Washington. Said goodbye to the taxi.
Went fishing in and looking for bears in Kodiak, Alaska. Went north to the arctic circle and skidooed with some Eskimos.
Went to an observatory in the tallest mountain in the world in Hawaii. Canoed like in the title sequence of Hawaii 5 O. Flew over lava field and watched new bits of America, five acres a week, being made as the molten lava hit the sea. Swam with sharks, flew a microlite around the islands.
And more, so so so much more you wouldn’t believe.
