Book Review of Bill Bryson: The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid

I've never been to Des Moines.  I've never even been to Iowa.  I wasn't alive in the fifties.  My mother was only born halfway through the decade.  I'm female and was never given to fantasies about superheroes.

In short, there should be nothing at all with which to identify in Bill Bryson's childhood.  Yet this British woman, born in the 1970s, walked with him every step of the way.  I gloried in the descriptions of baseball, despite not knowing a thing about the sport. This is the power of his wonderful narrative.

And he is funny.  I can't reiterate that enough.  I tend to read before going to sleep and, as a night owl, that is usually long after the rest of the household have retired.  My noise would wake them.

As a result I read most of The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid with my mouth stuffed with a soaking corner of quilt.  I was trying to muffle the laughter.  I had the giggles so badly, at 4am one morning this week, that I nearly smothered myself with a pillow trying to be silent.

You can't help it. Not with anything that Bill Bryson has ever written, and certainly not with this book.  Up against some stiff competition, I honestly think it's the best one he ever wrote.

Bill Bryson paints such a vivid picture of postwar America, that I feel like I was there too.  I know those people and I walked those streets, even though I live half a world and half a century away.

The vibrancy of his words really does make everything come to life, usually in hilarious ways. You can't help knowing the people around him, then caring about them, anticipating what they will do and guffawing with utter abandon, when they actually do it.

Yet all of this is set through the eyes of a small boy, slowly growing up.  As the chapters progress, you're taken through puberty into college.  But the teenage years are dealt with quite quickly.  It's the little boy we're concerned with.  Young Billy Bryson.  The Thunderbolt Kid.

If you want to know what life was like in the middle of the 20th century, in the middle of the decade, in the middle of America, in the middle of Iowa, then this is a memoir for you.

If you have a sense of humor, then grab it immediately.  Also grab a glass of water and some tissues, and warn everyone around you.  Because you are going to be laughing out loud.  I don't care how introverted you are.  I can usually read in silence too and I just roared aloud at some of the recollections.

So yes, prepare for side-splitting, throat aching, eyes watering, mouth hurting, can't stop laughing type hilarity.  Those without a sense of humor need not apply.

If you enjoy random bits of trivia on whatever catches his narrative eye, then you'll love this. 

And if you already know and appreciate Bill Bryson's other works, then add this to the top of your wishlist.  I honestly think that it's his best yet.