The "Art of Travel" is Alain de Botton's travel guide with a difference: an exploration of why we travel and what we learn when we do. As seen on Channel 4 Few activities seem to promise is as much happiness as going travelling: taking off for ...
somewhere else, somewhere far from home, a place with more interesting weather, customs and landscapes. But although we are inundated with advice on where to travel to, we seldom ask why we go and how we might become more fulfilled by doing so. With the help of a selection of writers, artists and thinkers - including Flaubert, Edward Hopper, Wordsworth and Van Gogh - Alain de Botton's bestselling "The Art of Travel" provides invaluable insights into everything from holiday romance to hotel minibars, airports to sightseeing. The perfect antidote to those guides that tell us what to do when we get there, "The Art of Travel" tries to explain why we really went in the first place - and helpfully suggest how we might be happier on our journeys. "Richly evocative, sharp and funny. De Botton proves himself to be a very fine travel writer indeed". (Sunday Telegraph"). "Delightful, profound, entertaining, I doubt if de Botton has written a dull sentence in his life". (Jan Morris). "An elegant and subtle work, unlike any other. Beguiling". (Colin Thubron, "The Times"). Alain de Botton was born in 1969 and is the author of non-fiction essays on themes ranging from love and travel to architecture and philosophy. His bestselling books include "Essays in Love"; "The Romantic Movement"; "Kiss and Tell"; "Status Anxiety"; "How Proust Can Change Your Life"; "The Pleasures and Sorrows of Work"; "The Art of Travel"; "The Architecture of Happiness and Religion for Atheists". He lives in London and founded The School of Life and Living Architecture.
Great read when you are visiting a place, or is planning to visit a place mentioned in the book. The author weave together his feelings and the arts that represent the place. A bit abstract, but if you are a lover of art and travel, you should
..." give this book a quick read at least.Continua...Nascondi
Admittedly, I don't fancy essay (prose?) as must as fiction. I just find the renowned book talks too much. And I think there is a sense of pretentious, like the author's writing the book for the sake of writing the book....But still, I find some
..."nd some narration quite interesting.Continua...Nascondi
'How vain painting is, exciting admiration by its resemblance to things of which we do not admire the originals' (Pensees, 40).It Struck me as awkwardly true that I had not much admired Provence before I began to study its depiction in Van Gogh's
... Gogh's work. but in its desire to mock art lovers, Pascal's maxim was in danger of skirting two important points. Admiring a painting that depicts a place we know but don't like seems absurd and pretentious if we imagine that painters do nothing but reproduce exactly what lies before them. If that were true, then all we could admire in a painting object and the glamorous name of the painter, in which case we would have little difficulty agreeing with Pascal's description of painting as a vain pursuit.Continua...Nascondi
My receptivity to the scene lasted only a minute..........I was waiting in a traffic jam, oppressed by cares, and the trees came back to me, pushing aside a raft of meetings and unanswered correspondence and asserting themselves in my consciousness.
... I was carried away from the traffic and the crowds and returned to trees whose names I didn't know but which I could see as clearly as if they were standing before me. These trees provided a ledge against which I could rest my thoughts; they protected me from the eddies of anxiety and, in a small way that afternoon, contributed a reason to be alive.Continua...Nascondi
.......and then we fell silent and I looked out across a field to a clump of tress by a stream. There were a host of different colours in the trees, sharp gradations of green, as if someone had fanned out samples from a colour chart. These trees
... seemed not to care that the world was old and often sad. I was tempted to bury my face in them so as to be restored by their smelled.Continua...Nascondi
The poet (Wordsworth) accused cities of fostering a family of life-destroying emotions anxiety about our position in the social hierarchy, envy at the success of others, pride and a desire to shine in the eyes of strangers. City dwellers had no
... perspective, he alleged, they were in thrall to what was spoken of in the street or at the dinner table. However well provided for, they had a relentless desire for new things, which they did not genuinely lack and on which their happiness did not depend. And in this crowded, anxious sphere, it seemed harder than it did on an isolated homestead to begin sincere relationships with others.Continua...Nascondi