In the spirit of Yoga For People Who Can't Be Bothered To Do It, his bestselling book about travel, Geoff Dyer is back on the road.
Brilliant . . . Dyer's eyes miss nothing
An examination of some of the most fundamental questions of life . . . Inspiring and informing
Even Chekhov might have envied Geoff Dyer's talent . . . Almost perfect
[A] disregard for genre boundaries is a hallmark of his work, along with erudition, a brilliant use of language and irreverent humour . . . The nearest thing to
White Sands in Dyer's back catalogue is
Yoga for People Who Can't Be Bothered to Do ItSurpassingly eloquent . . . there's no other writer quite like Dyer
Illuminating . . . A collection unified by a focus on our impermanence. Why are we here? Dyer asks. With his customary elegance of thought, he sees that our attempts to transcend our situation through travel and art are motivated by our awareness of our final destination: "We are here to go somewhere else".
A national treasure
Dyer's virtue is not the whole-hearted embrace of experience and exotic locales but the parsing of degrees of disappointment. He also doesn't pretend to be heading anywhere, but then
White Sands turns into a memoir and becomes unexpectedly moving . . . Dyer's tone as he relates his frightening brush with tragedy is calm and full of curiosity, possibly as a result of eschewing drama for his entire life.
White Sands isn't just a catalog of travel mishaps, with Mr. Dyer cast as an English-speaking Monsieur Hulot. It is also a rumination on the meanings we assign the strange destinations of our pilgrimages.
Reading Dyer is akin to the sudden elation and optimism you feel when you make a new friend, someone as silly as you but cleverer too, in whose company you know you will travel through life more vagrantly, intensely, joyfully
Geoff Dyer is a true original - one of those rare voices in contemporary literature that never ceases to surprise, disturb and delight
Quite possibly the best living writer in Britain
A collection of essays fusing travel writing and fiction . . . Dyer plays fast and loose with genre and category
The title essay, about picking up an ex-con hitchhiker on US Route 54 before passing a warning sign against doing exactly that, reads like a brilliant short story. It's electrifying - unlike the Northern Lights
Cleverer, more self-deprecating and funnier in these essays, set all over the world and in his unique mind. Dyer's last travel book,
Yoga for People Who Can't be Bothered to Do It, sold over 50,000 copies in the UK alone, and this is just as good: a travel title that asks not just where, but why, with Dyer's typical sardonic wit
Geoff Dyer is the author of
Jeff in Venice, Death in Varanasi and three previous novels, as well as nine non-fiction books. Dyer has won the Somerset Maugham Prize, the Bollinger Everyman Wodehouse Prize for Comic Fiction, a Lannan Literary Award, the International Center of Photography's 2006 Infinity Award for writing on photography and the American Academy of Arts and Letters' E.M. Forster Award. In 2009 he was named
GQ's Writer of the Year. He won a National Book Critics Circle Award in 2012 and was a finalist in 1998. In 2015 he received a Windham Campbell Prize for non-fiction. His books have been translated into twenty-four languages. He currently lives in Los Angeles where he is Writer in Residence at the University of Southern California.