At Home: A Short History of Private Life [NOOK Book]

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From the author of that classic of modern science writing, A Short History of Nearly Everything, comes a work of what you might call domestic science: our homes, how they work, and the fascinating history of how they got that way.

Bill Bryson and his family live in a Victorian parsonage in a part of England where nothing of any great significance has happened since the Romans decamped. Yet one day, he began to consider how very little he knew ...
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From the author of that classic of modern science writing, A Short History of Nearly Everything, comes a work of what you might call domestic science: our homes, how they work, and the fascinating history of how they got that way.

Bill Bryson and his family live in a Victorian parsonage in a part of England where nothing of any great significance has happened since the Romans decamped. Yet one day, he began to consider how very little he knew about the ordinary things of life as found in that comfortable home. To remedy this, he formed the idea of journeying about his house from room to room to "write a history of the world without leaving home." The bathroom provides the occasion for a history of hygiene; the bedroom, sex, death, and sleep; the kitchen, nutrition and the spice trade; and so on, as Bryson shows how each has figured in the evolution of private life. Whatever happens in the world, he demostrates, ends up in our house, in the paint and the pipes and the pillows and every item of furniture.


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Editorial Reviews

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One day, while lounging in his Victorian house in the UK, Bill Bryson realized that our houses, the place where we spend much of our lives, possess back-stories that we never examine. Ruminating a bit more, he decided that an ambitious writer such as himself might indeed construct a history of the world without leaving home. This is that history.

Dominique Browning
At Home is baggy, loose-jointed and genial. It moves along at a vigorously restless pace, with the energy of a Labrador retriever off the leash, racing up to each person it encounters, pawing and sniffing and barking at every fragrant thing, plunging into icy waters only to dash off again, invigorated. You do, somehow, maintain forward momentum and eventually get to the end. Bryson is fascinated by everything, and his curiosity is infectious…Bryson's enthusiasm brightens any dull corner. I recommend that you hand over control and simply enjoy the ride. You'll be given a delightful smattering of information about everything but, weirdly, the kitchen sink.
—The New York Times
Louis Bayard
…Bryson has the gift of being the student and not the tutor. His books follow the natural wave patterns of his own curiosity, but they answer the questions that have always, or maybe never, been rustling at the back of your brain—why the hell are there four tines on a fork?—and the whole effect is so smooth and amber-liquored you swallow it straight down…Devotees of popular history will have met some of these stories in the work of Liza Picard, Witold Rybczynski, Daniel Boorstin and others, but it's hard to imagine a better synthesizer than Bryson, or a pithier aphorist.
—The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly
Bryson (A Short History of Everything) takes readers on a tour of his house, a rural English parsonage, and finds it crammed with 10,000 years of fascinating historical bric-a-brac. Each room becomes a starting point for a free-ranging discussion of rarely noticed but foundational aspects of social life. A visit to the kitchen prompts disquisitions on food adulteration and gluttony; a peek into the bedroom reveals nutty sex nostrums and the horrors of premodern surgery; in the study we find rats and locusts; a stop in the scullery illuminates the put-upon lives of servants. Bryson follows his inquisitiveness wherever it goes, from Darwinian evolution to the invention of the lawnmower, while savoring eccentric characters and untoward events (like Queen Elizabeth I's pilfering of a subject's silverware). There are many guilty pleasures, from Bryson's droll prose--"What really turned the Victorians to bathing, however, was the realization that it could be gloriously punishing"--to the many tantalizing glimpses behind closed doors at aristocratic English country houses. In demonstrating how everything we take for granted, from comfortable furniture to smoke-free air, went from unimaginable luxury to humdrum routine, Bryson shows us how odd and improbable our own lives really are. (Oct. 5)
From the Publisher
“Delightful. . . . Bryson’s enthusiasm brightens any dull corner. . . . Hand over control and simply enjoy the ride.” –The New York Times Book Review

"An exuberant, shared social history. . . . Told with Bryson's habitual brio. . . . A personal compendium of fascinating facts, suggesting how the history of houses and domesticity has shaped our lives, language, and ideas." -The New York Review of Books

“A treasure trove. . . . Playful, yes, but Bryson is also a deft historian.” –Los Angeles Times

“If this book doesn’t supply you with five years’ worth of dinner conversation, you’re not paying attention.” –People

“Bryson is fascinated by everything, and his curiosity is infectious. . . . You can take this class in your pajamas—and, judging by the book’s laid-back, comfy tone, I have a sneaking suspicion that Bryson wrote much of it in his.” –New York Times Book Review
 
“The experience of reading a Bill Bryson book is something you don’t want to stop—a pip and a spree and, almost incidentally, a serious education. And never tiresome, for Bryson has the gift of being the student and not the tutor.” –Washington Post
 
“At Home is both insightful and entertaining, leaving a deeper appreciation of the stuff of home life that will never again be viewed as mundane.” –Seattle Times

“Readers who enjoyed Mr. Bryson’s apparently inexhaustible supply of nifty facts in such previous books as “A Short History of Nearly Everything” (2004) or “The Mother Tongue” (1991) will be happy to find the author’s pen as nimble and his narrative persona as genial as ever.” –Wall Street Journal
 
“Bryson serves up a rich banquet of utterly fascinating and sometimes horrifying facts of where and how people have slept, eaten, made a living, built homes and monuments, frolicked, traveled, given birth and been laid to rest.” –Bookreporter.com
 
“Its lasting impression is the author’s delightful, boundless curiosity. . . . The best nonfiction illuminates what we found impossible to see without it, and perhaps more so than any of his other wonderful books, At Home proves that Bryson writes some of the very best.” –"The AV Club," The Onion
 
“Bryson writes with his usual slyly sassy humor. . . . The result makes for reading that charms as it informs.” –St. Louis Post-Dispatch
 

“Reading Bill Bryson is like having one of those friends around who’s always discovering something new—some pastime or place or piece of information—and can’t wait to breathlessly pass it along.” –Dallas Morning News
 
“Deliciously informative. . . . A treasure trove of facts in an engaging history of how we once lived.” –Richmond Times-Dispatch
 
“At Home is terrific. Bryson is a brilliant writer.” –The Charlotte Observer
 
“Bryson is the ultimate fact-filled uncle. . . . A delightful book filled with humor and astonishing facts.” –Vancouver Sun

Library Journal
Popular UK-based writer Bryson (www.billbrysonbooks.com)—whose Aventis Prize-winning A Short History of Nearly Everything (2003) is also available from Books on Tape/Random Audio—here uncovers the stories of how various ordinary objects in his home came to be, taking listeners along on one wild historical tangent after another. He explores everything from the spice trade to the toilet bowl, revealing the hilarious and revolting details of our private lives from Roman times to the present. Bryson's fact-based writing seems almost fiction-like because of his ability to tease eccentric facts and characters out of even the most banal topic. He himself narrates, reading in a deadpan voice perfectly suited to the text. Fans of Bryson's previous works will be pleased, as will those who enjoy their nonfiction with a fun, witty edge. [The book's "eclectic, ambulatory arrangement will delight many but baffle others," read the review of the Doubleday pb original, LJ 9/1/10.—Ed.]—Johannah Genett, Hennepin P.L., Minneapolis
Kirkus Reviews

Bryson (The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid: A Memoir, 2006, etc.) takes a delightful stroll through the history of domestic life.

Now living in a 19th-century church rectory in Norfolk, England, the author decided to learn about the ordinary things of life by exploring each room in his house. In each, he finds the stories that make up this discursive romp through British and American life of the last 150 years. The hall, a large barn-like space with an open hearth, was once the most important room in the house. Indeed, the smoke-filled hall "wasthe house" until the introduction of chimneys, which allowed houses to grow upward. In the kitchen, Bryson discusses such matters as canning, refrigeration and the serial plagiarist Isabella Beeton's hugely successful Book of Household Management(1859), which guided homemakers into the 20th century. In the bedroom, the author considers masturbation, syphilis and Victorian advice on how women could avoid arousal by not using their brains excessively. Aspects of other rooms prompt Bryson to relate stories about the spice trade, the rise of cities, Chippendale furniture, the servant class, kerosene, Gilded Age excess, home gardening, epidemics, mousetraps, electricity, arsenic-laced wallpaper, bats, Central Park, fabrics, water cures and the many ways in which people fall down stairs. He traces the derivation of domestic terms, such as ground floor (bare earth floors), the drawing or living room (originally the "withdrawing" room) and boarders (from dining table or "board"); describes the building of homes from Monticello and Mount Vernon to George Washington Vanderbilt's 250-room Biltmore in North Carolina; and offers wonderful anecdotes, including that of Lord Charles Beresford, a famous rake who, confused by weekend crowding at a country house, entered what he thought was his mistress's bedroom, cried "Cock-a-doodle-doo!" and leapt into a bed occupied by the Bishop of Chester and his wife. In a sense, Bryson's book is a history of "getting comfortable slowly," and he notes that flushing toilets were the most popular feature at the Crystal Palace exhibition in 1851.

Informative, readable and great fun.

The Barnes & Noble Review

Tumbling out amid a cascade of particulate fact, anecdote, and whimsy, comes the central truth of Bill Bryson's latest cornucopian book: "Houses are where history ends up." In At Home: A Short History of Private Life, Bryson moves through his own house, a former English rectory built in 1851, showing how its every aspect reflects the erratically paced history of the material conditions of private life in the West.

The book is divided into chapters bearing the names of the house's rooms and spaces, though all serve chiefly as arenas for the author to unleash his prodigious powers of informative free association. It is Bryson's genius, perhaps his compulsion, to suddenly hare off into the distance to retrieve unlikely connections between historical events and material progress. Take the dining room. This, Bryson tells us, came into being in the late 17th century with the developments in the textile industry and the appearance of fancy fabrics which, in turn, gave rise to upholstered furniture and thus to "a simple desire on the part of the mistress of the house to save her lovely new upholstered furniture from greasy desecration." But Bryson is scarcely in the dining room door before he's spotted salt and pepper shakers and whizzed off to the discovery of the nutritional properties of minerals and vitamins. From there he's on to the spice trade, the age of exploration and its heroes, the spread of disease, the tea trade, the sugar trade, the Boston Tea Party, the British-Chinese opium wars, more tea, and onward to the development of the Enfield rifle, the Sepoy Rebellion, and the demise of the East India Company. Finally, 20 pages after his initial approach, he hauls up in the dining room again.

The whole book is like this, and you simply have to surrender to it. And that, I am happy to say, is easy enough, for Bryson really is a virtuoso of deft sketches of the enormous, mostly unintended, consequences of alterations in material life. In addition his wit is as engaging as ever, and his appreciation of human foible and earnest nonsense -- from Thomas Edison's concrete piano to the mystery of fish knives -- remains undimmed.

"The history of private life," Bryson writes, "is a history of getting comfortable slowly." Indeed, "comfortable," as we understand the term is relatively recent, its first recorded appearance being in 1770 -- in other words, at the start of the Industrial Revolution. It was then that the English middle class began its ascent and expansion, its homes becoming settings of gratification and ease. But, alas, enough is never enough, and Bryson, for all his exuberance and cheer, is obliged to end on an ominous note, pointing out that "of the total energy produced on Earth since the Industrial Revolution began, half has been consumed in the last twenty years." How bleak the irony that if, as he notes, in our long pursuit of domestic comfort and happiness, "we created a world that had neither."

Katherine A. Powers, who lives in a pleasantly decayed apartment, writes a literary column for the Boston Sunday Globe.

--Katherine A. Powers

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780385533591
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 10/5/2010
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 512
  • Sales rank: 31,043
  • File size: 7 MB

Meet the Author

Bill Bryson
BILL BRYSON's books include A Walk in the Woods, I'm a Stranger Here Myself, In a Sunburned Country, Bryson's Dictionary of Troublesome Words, A Short History of Nearly Everything, The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid and Bryson's Dictionary for Writers and Editors. Bryson lives in England with his wife and children.


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Biography

A backpacking expedition in 1973 brought Des Moines native Bill Bryson to England, where he met his wife and decided to settle. He wrote travel articles for the English newspapers The Times and The Independent for many years before stumbling into bestsellerdom with 1989's The Lost Continent, a sidesplitting account of his rollicking road trip across small-town America. In 1995, he moved his family back to the States so his children could experience "being American." However, his deep-rooted Anglophilia won out and, in 2003, the Brysons returned to England.

One of those people who finds nearly everything interesting, Bryson has managed to turn his twin loves -- travel and language -- into a successful literary career. In a string of hilarious bestsellers, he has chronicled his misadventures across England, Europe, Australia, and the U.S., delighting readers with his wry observations and descriptions. Similarly, his books on the history of the English language, infused with the perfect combination of wit and erudition, have sold well. He has received several accolades and honors, including the coveted Aventis Prize for best general science book awarded for his blockbuster A Short History of Nearly Everything.

Beloved on both sides of the pond, Bryson makes few claims to write great literature. But he is a writer it is nearly impossible to dislike. We defy anyone to not smile at pithy, epigrammatic opening lines like these: "I come from Des Moines. Someone had to."

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    1. Hometown:
      Hanover, New Hampshire
    1. Date of Birth:
      1951
    2. Place of Birth:
      Des Moines, Iowa
    1. Education:
      B.A., Drake University, 1977

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CHAPTER I

THE YEAR

I

In the autumn of 1850, in Hyde Park in London, there arose a most extraordinary structure: a giant iron-and-glass greenhouse covering nineteen acres of ground and containing within its airy vastness enough room for four St. Paul's Cathedrals. For the short time of its existence, it was the biggest building on Earth. Known formally as the Palace of the Great Exhibition of the Works of Industry of All Nations, it was incontestably magnificent, but all the more so for being so sudden, so startlingly glassy, so gloriously and unexpectedly there. Douglas Jerrold, a columnist for the weekly magazine Punch, dubbed it the Crystal Palace, and the name stuck.

It had taken just five months to build. It was a miracle that it was built at all. Less than a year earlier it had not even existed as an idea. The exhibition for which it was conceived was the dream of a civil servant named Henry Cole, whose other principal claim to history's attention is as the inventor of the Christmas card (as a way of encouraging people to use the new penny post). In 1849, Cole visited the Paris Exhibition-a comparatively parochial affair, limited to French manufacturers-and became keen to try something similar in England, but grander. He persuaded many worthies, including Prince Albert, to get excited about the idea of a great exhibition, and on January 11, 1850, they held their first meeting with a view to opening on May 1 of the following year. This gave them slightly less than fifteen months to design and erect the largest building ever envisioned, attract and install tens of thousands of displays from every quarter of the globe, fit out restaurants and restrooms, employ staff, arrange insurance and police protection, print up handbills, and do a million other things, in a country that wasn't at all convinced it wanted such a costly and disruptive production in the first place. It was a patently unachievable ambition, and for the next several months they patently failed to achieve it. In an open competition, 245 designs for the exhibition hall were submitted. All were rejected as unworkable.

Facing disaster, the committee did what committees in desperate circumstances sometimes do: it commissioned another committee with a better title. The Building Committee of the Royal Commission for the Great Exhibition of the Works of Industry of All Nations consisted of four men-Matthew Digby Wyatt, Owen Jones, Charles Wild, and the great engineer Isambard Kingdom Brunel-and a single instruction, to come up with a design worthy of the greatest exhibition in history, to begin in ten months, within a constrained and shrunken budget. Of the four committee members, only the youthful Wyatt was a trained architect, and he had not yet actually built anything; at this stage of his career he made his living as a writer. Wild was an engineer whose experience was almost exclusively with boats and bridges. Jones was an interior decorator. Only Brunel had experience with large-scale projects. He was indubitably a genius but an unnerving one, as it nearly always took epic infusions of time and cash to find a point of intersection between his soaring visions and an achievable reality.

The structure the four men came up with now was a thing of unhappy wonder. A vast, low, dark shed of a building, pregnant with gloom, with all the spirit and playfulness of an abattoir, it looked like something designed in a hurry by four people working separately. The cost could scarcely be calculated, but it was almost certainly unbuildable anyway. Construction would require thirty million bricks, and there was no guarantee that such a number could be acquired, much less laid, in time. The whole was to be capped off by Brunel's contribution: an iron dome two hundred feet across-a striking feature, without question, but rather an odd one on a one-story building. No one had ever built such a massive thing of iron before, and Brunel couldn't of course begin to tinker and hoist until there was a building beneath it-and all of this to be undertaken and completed in ten months, for a project intended to stand for less than half a year. Who would take it all down afterward and what would become of its mighty dome and millions of bricks were questions too uncomfortable to consider.

Into this unfolding crisis stepped the calm figure of Joseph Paxton, head gardener of Chatsworth House, principal seat of the Duke of Devonshire (but located in that peculiar English way in Derbyshire). Paxton was a wonder. Born into a poor farming family in Bedfordshire in 1803, he was sent out to work as an apprentice gardener at the age of fourteen; he so distinguished himself that within six years he was running an experimental arboretum at the new and prestigious Horticultural Society (soon to become the Royal Horticultural Society) in West London-a startlingly responsible job for someone who was really still just a boy. There one day he fell into conversation with the Duke of Devonshire, who owned neighboring Chiswick House and rather a lot of the rest of the British Isles-some two hundred thousand acres of productive countryside spread beneath seven great stately homes. The duke took an instant shine to Paxton, not so much, it appears, because Paxton showed any particular genius as because he spoke in a strong, clear voice. The duke was hard of hearing and appreciated clarity of speech. Impulsively, he invited Paxton to be head gardener at Chatsworth. Paxton accepted. He was twenty-two years old.

It was the most improbably wise move any aristocrat has ever made. Paxton leaped into the job with levels of energy and application that simply dazzled. He designed and installed the famous Emperor Fountain, which could send a jet of water 290 feet into the air-a feat of hydraulic engineering that has since been exceeded only once in Europe; built the largest rockery in the country; designed a new estate village; became the world's leading expert on the dahlia; won prizes for producing the country's finest melons, figs, peaches, and nectarines; and created an enormous tropical hothouse, known as the Great Stove, which covered an acre of ground and was so roomy within that Queen Victoria, on a visit in 1843, was able to tour it in a horse-drawn carriage. Through improved estate management, Paxton eliminated £1 million from the duke's debts. With the duke's blessing, he launched and ran two gardening magazines and a national daily newspaper, the Daily News, which was briefly edited by Charles Dickens. He wrote books on gardening, invested so wisely in the shares of railway companies that he was invited onto the boards of three of them, and at Birkenhead, near Liverpool, designed and built the world's first municipal park. This park so captivated the American landscape architect Frederick Law Olmsted that he modeled Central Park in New York on it. In 1849, the head botanist at Kew sent Paxton a rare and ailing lily, wondering if he could save it. Paxton designed a special hothouse and-you won't be surprised to hear-within three months had the lily flowering.

When he learned that the commissioners of the Great Exhibition were struggling to find a design for their hall, it occurred to him that something like his hothouses might work. While chairing a meeting of a committee of the Midland Railway, he doodled a rough design on a piece of blotting paper and had completed drawings ready for review in two weeks. The design actually broke all the competition rules. It was submitted after the closing date and, for all its glass and iron, it incorporated many combustible materials-acres of wooden flooring, for one thing-which were strictly forbidden. The architectural consultants pointed out, not unreasonably, that Paxton was not a trained architect and had never attempted anything on this scale before. But then, of course, no one had. For that reason, nobody could declare with complete confidence that the scheme would work. Many worried that the building would grow insupportably warm when filled with baking sunshine and jostling crowds. Others feared that the lofty glazing bars would expand in the summer's heat and that giant panes of glass would silently fall out and crash onto the throngs below. The profoundest worry was that the whole frail-looking edifice would simply blow away in a storm.

So the risks were considerable and keenly felt, yet after only a few days of fretful hesitation the commissioners approved Paxton's plan. Nothing-really, absolutely nothing-says more about Victorian Britain and its capacity for brilliance than that the century's most daring and iconic building was entrusted to a gardener. Paxton's Crystal Palace required no bricks at all-indeed, no mortar, no cement, no foundations. It was just bolted together and sat on the ground like a tent. This was not merely an ingenious solution to a monumental challenge but also a radical departure from anything that had ever been tried before.

The central virtue of Paxton's airy palace was that it could be prefabricated from standard parts. At its heart was a single component- a cast-iron truss three feet wide and twenty-three feet, three inches long-which could be fitted together with matching trusses to make a frame on which to hang the building's glass-nearly a million square feet of it, or a third of all the glass normally produced in Britain in a year. A special mobile platform was designed that moved along the roof supports, enabling workmen to install eighteen thousand panes of glass a week-a rate of productivity that was, and is, a wonder of efficiency. To deal with the enormous amount of guttering required- some twenty miles in all-Paxton designed a machine, manned by a small team, that could attach two thousand feet of guttering a day-a quantity that would previously have represented a day's work for three hundred men. In every sense the project was a marvel.

Paxton was very lucky in his timing, for just at the moment of the Great Exhibition glass suddenly became available in a way it never had before. Glass had always been a tricky material. It was not particularly easy to make, and really hard to make well, which is why for so much of its history it was a luxury item. Happily, two recent technological breakthroughs had changed that. First, the French invented plate glass-so called because the molten glass was spread across tables known as plates. This allowed for the first time the creation of really large panes of glass, which made shop windows possible. Plate glass, however, had to be cooled for ten days after being rolled out, which meant that each table was unproductively occupied most of the time, and then each sheet required a lot of grinding and polishing. This naturally made it expensive. In 1838, a cheaper refinement was developed-sheet glass. This had most of the virtues of plate glass, but it cooled faster and needed less polishing, and so could be made much more cheaply. Suddenly glass of a good size could be produced economically in limitless volumes.

Allied with this was the timely abolition of two long-standing taxes: the window tax and glass tax (which, strictly speaking, was an excise duty). The window tax dated from 1696 and was sufficiently punishing that people really did avoid putting windows in buildings where they could. The bricked-up window openings that are such a feature of many period buildings in Britain today were once usually painted to look like windows. (It is sometimes rather a shame that they aren't still.) The tax, sorely resented as "a tax on air and light," meant that many servants and others of constrained means were condemned to live in airless rooms.

The second duty, introduced in 1746, was based not on the number of windows but on the weight of the glass within them, so glass was made thin and weak throughout the Georgian period, and window frames had to be compensatingly sturdy. The well-known bull's-eye panes also became a feature at this time. They are a consequence of the type of glassmaking that produced what was known as crown glass (so called because it is slightly convex, or crown-shaped). The bull's-eye marked the place on a sheet of glass where the blower's pontil-the blowing tool-had been attached. Because that part of the glass was flawed, it escaped the tax and so developed a certain appeal among the frugal. Bull's-eye panes became popular in cheap inns and businesses, and at the backs of private homes where quality was not an issue. The glass levy was abolished in 1845, just shy of its hundredth anniversary, and the abolition of the window tax followed, conveniently and fortuitously, in 1851. Just at the moment when Paxton wanted more glass than anyone ever had before, the price was reduced by more than half. This, along with the technological changes that independently boosted production, made the Crystal Palace possible.

The finished building was precisely 1,851 feet long (in celebration of the year), 408 feet across, and almost 110 feet high along its central spine-spacious enough to enclose a much admired avenue of elms that would otherwise have had to be felled. Because of its size, the structure required a lot of inputs-293,655 panes of glass, 33,000 iron trusses, and tens of thousands of feet of wooden flooring-yet thanks to Paxton's methods, the final cost came in at an exceedingly agreeable £80,000. From start to finish, the work took just under thirty-five weeks. St. Paul's Cathedral had taken thirty-five years.

Two miles away the new Houses of Parliament had been under construction for a decade and still weren't anywhere near complete. A writer for Punch suggested, only half in jest, that the government should commission Paxton to design a Crystal Parliament. A catchphrase arose for any problem that proved intractable: "Ask Paxton."

The Crystal Palace was at once the world's largest building and its lightest, most ethereal one. Today we are used to encountering glass in volume, but to someone living in 1851 the idea of strolling through cubic acres of airy light inside a building was dazzling-indeed, giddying. The arriving visitor's first sight of the Exhibition Hall from afar, glinting and transparent, is really beyond our imagining. It would have seemed as delicate and evanescent, as miraculously improbable, as a soap bubble. To anyone arriving at Hyde Park, the first sight of the Crystal Palace, floating above the trees, sparkling in sunshine, would have been a moment of knee-weakening splendor.

II

As the Crystal Palace rose in London, 110 miles to the northeast, beside an ancient country church under the spreading skies of Norfolk, a rather more modest edifice went up in 1851 in a village near the market town of Wymondham: a parsonage of a vague and rambling nature, beneath an irregular rooftop of barge-boarded gables and jaunty chimney stacks in a cautiously Gothic style-"a good-sized house, and comfortable enough in a steady, ugly, respectable way," as Margaret Oliphant, a hugely popular and prolific Victorian novelist, described the breed in her novel The Curate in Charge.


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Table of Contents

Introduction 1

I The Year 7

II The Setting 28

III The Hall 44

IV The Kitchen 66

V The Scullery And Larder 86

VI The Fuse Box 111

VII The Drawing Room 135

VIII The Dining Room 163

IX The Cellar 191

X The Passage 212

XI The Study 237

XII The Garden 255

XIII The Plum Room 285

XIV The Stairs 307

XV The Bedroom 320

XVI The Bathroom 344

XVII The Dressing Room 374

XVIII The Nursery 403

XIX The Attic 432

Acknowledgments 453

Bibliography 455

Illustration Credits 477

Index 479

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  • Posted October 18, 2010

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    I love this book

    This book is signature Bill Bryson. If you don't like rambling, amusing tangents on interesting historical subjects -- well then, you're not a Bill Bryson fan.

    If you enjoyed the quasi-discursive but always entertaining style of "A Short History of Nearly Everything", you will enjoy this book too.

    10 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 6, 2010

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    Not one of his best

    Bill Bryson is a wonderful writer and can make just about any topic interesting. His newest book, however, stretches that ability. "drier than dirt" is the best way I can describe it.

    Still, it does have its interesting moments. If you're a fan, you'll want to read it. if you're not, you'll avoid it like history class.

    5 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 12, 2011

    If you love to learn about history and little known facts- READ THIS!

    I think of Bill Bryson as a professor who is an amazing teacher. He seems to make anything interesting. If you enjoy the history channel and never want to stop learning this book is for you. It may not be as humorous as some of his previous books but it is loaded with tons of lost tidbits of information. I always wondered how we ended up with salt and pepper on the table and what the origin of a "cabinet" (as in a group of advisors/leaders. I loved to Google the different halls/mansions Bryson mentions in the book. I have many places I want to go if I ever get to England now. If you are interested and intrigued by the fact that only humans and Guinea Pigs cannot make their own Vitamin C then this book is for you.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 30, 2010

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    Jane Austen Fans will Love this

    This book is really for history fans, Jane Austen fans, people who love funny anecdotes (i.e. if you are amused by the little details, you will love this work). OFTEN, the little details pay off, and you get bizarre stories about life in the Victorian age or in the 17th century that you would never know reading books from that time. For instance:

    "Although paintings of (Queen) Anne always tactfully make her look no more than a little fleshy, like one of Ruben's plump beauties...(e)ventually Anne grew so stout that should could not go up and down stairs. A trapdoor had to be cut in the floor of her rooms at Windsor Castle through which she was lowered, jerkily and inelegantly, by means of pulleys and a hoist to the state rooms below."

    There is a wonderful part about Karl Marx's servants. Tons and tons of great stuff. I can highly recommend this book for the right reader!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 5, 2012

    Informative, interesting, but overdone.

    A very informative and interesting book, but needed editing. He truely can "beat a subject to death!" When you finish the book you say that was worth the time as I really learned something. But, many many many times I skimmed through pages as he took a subject (like what people ate) and spent page after page listing different foods. The phrase "more than I need to know" often went through my mind. The book could easily have been a third shorter, just as informative, and a better read. Also, although I know it would have been costly, it needed pages of photos and illustrations to show objects or buildings that he spent pages discussing. However, it was well worth "plowing" through. Enough so, that I will purchsse other books by Bill Bryson.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 5, 2011

    Wonderful and very imfomative reading! A must!

    Not knowing what to expect from the title, this book turned out to be one of my favorite reads of the year! I have recommended reading this book to several people who have commented with the same enthusiasm!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 15, 2010

    Had a hard time returning it to the library

    Those who reviewed it and didn't find anything humorous may have lost their own sense of humor along the way. I found many chuckleworth tidbits, lots of good background, and useful information for history buffs. Yes, it rambles, but that is part of the interest, kind of like sitting down with Mr. Bryson and having a conversation.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 6, 2010

    Good, but not quite up to some of his other books.

    I am a long-time Bryson fan. He can make the mundane fascinating, and his humorous touch is usually just right. This book is full of the little Bryson tidbits I love, but it is lacking his usual humorous take on it all. Most Bryson books I find I can't read in public because of the embarrassing snickers and guffaws I can't keep in. This book was perfectly safe for reading in waiting rooms, though...no side-splittingly funny, wry comments that I love to find in his books.

    I hope living in a former rectory hasn't snuffed out Bryson's funny bone. :)

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 15, 2010

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    At Home

    I enjoy reading Bill Bryson and At Home is quite informative and I learned much from reading this book. But it was lacking his humorous touch, and almost felt like a text book. He gives detailed stories of the rooms we live in and the articles inside them. This book was not the history of one house, but the history of how we live and the importance each of the rooms from the medieval times to now.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 26, 2013

    Great Read! Check it out!

    What a treat. A great read for anyone and for book clubs. A history of private life, from the beginning. Covers the house from the inside out. Things you would not believe, served up in a entertaining and informative manner. Who would believe private life could be so interesting.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 22, 2013

    Wonderful!

    Fantastic book...you will never leave the toilet seat up again

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  • Posted January 25, 2013

    This book gives you an historical view of the human condition th

    This book gives you an historical view of the human condition that is not commonly mentioned.  Bravo to Bryson.  He gives a perspective that brings history to life.  Instead of impersonal reiteration of the progression of war or politics he creates a picture of what life was like in ways that the common person can identify with.  Some negative criticism of this book has mentioned that he just wanders all over miscellaneous factoids without a purposeful point of view.  I disagree.  The point of view he presents is that of the reader as if he/she were there at the time discussed.     

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  • Posted January 11, 2013

    Classic Bryson

    If you're a fan of Bryson (and if you're not, why not?) and/or a fan of cultural anthropology, this is a book for you. Bryson takes us on a tour of his home in England, starting several hundred years back when the house was first built. Well-researched, funny, in-depth: everything one expects from Bill Bryson is here. Even if you're not all that interested in the topic, Bryson's prose is so engaging that you'll enjoy the book anyway.

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  • Posted June 25, 2012

    Without question a "must read" for any who like well-written 'stuff'!

    This is one of the few books I want to read again (and maybe over again after that)! This should be required reading for every student (or lover) of history! Bryson reveals a depth of research reminiscent of the popular TV show (back in the 'olden days') "Connections" which told tales of many cases of one thing leading to another in the most peculiar ways!

    Bryson is by far one of the most literate and skilled of our contemporary non-fiction authors/writers. An absolute delight to read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 13, 2012

    Very informative

    After you get passed the first few chapters this book is very interesting. I learned a lot and really enjoyed reading it.

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  • Posted April 27, 2012

    Bill Bryson at his best.

    The is a wonderful and novel perspective on an environment we all live in every day. The details, and signature Bryson humorous take on them. make for reading time to be savored, not rushed. I took this on an extended trip and it was the perfect companion: fascinating, but able to be put aside and picked up again when circumstances allowed.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 30, 2012

    An entertaining look at history

    Based on the subject this book should be dry and borring but its not. Although it meaners and looses focus aat times this book manages to consistently entertain with fasinating quirky and sometimes even funny histories of the mundane

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 19, 2012

    Enthralling

    I could not put this book down. It's charming, funny and actually instructive. Imagine, being able to learn from and enjoy a book at the same time! The storytelling draws you in and keeps you wrapped up in the pages of the book--only Mr. Bryson can create this sense of total immersion in a thought, idea, or story. I've never seen a more unique idea for a book, and its quirkiness kept me reading all the way until the end--and even then I didn't want it to end! Mr. Bryson's writing style, together with this unusual topic, sure did produce a novel that is entertaining, thought-provoking and original.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2012

    Highly Recommended

    Packed full of wonderfully quirky information on how houses became homes, why there are certain rooms, and the evolution of the house as we know it. An easy read that makes history fun and entertaining.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 29, 2012

    Interesting

    This is not the usual kind of book I would buy, but the title sounded interesting to me. Well, I am learning a WHOLE bunch about the history of living conditions from Neanderthal to modern times. I have already recommended it to several people who I know are history buffs.

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