Jerome Klapka Jerome was born in Walsall in 1859 and he died in Northampton in 1927. He was an English humorous writer, famous for his book “Three Men in a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog)”.
I read Three Men in a Boat and Three Men on the Bummel and I found them wonderful!
When I was 10 years old my italian teacher said to me and my classmates that English people had a different sense of humor: finer and that arouses just a smile, while here in Italy we used to laugh out loud. I thought that English people weren’t as funny as us and I was really sorry for them!
After some years I read Three Men in a Boat, an English humor book.
I swear that I’ve never laughed so much reading a book!
So I asked myself: was my teacher wrong or the British mention just a smile reading this book while I’m laughing out loud?
I was younger but I found this book too much funny and also today I remember it as the most humorous book I ever read.
(I’m going to read it again to see if I find it as funny as before.)
I suggest everyone to read it to spend time having fun.
Three Men in a Boat is about three man (obviously!) and Montmorency the dog that, between laments and pain, decided to take a boat trip along the Thames. Even the simplest situations become incredible adventures of the four travelers (the dog is definitely my favourite!).
Three Men on a Bummel is the sequel of the first. The three man, a little bit older, decided to do travel for men only and the idea is a biking tour in Germany.
Beginning of Three Men in a Boat
“THERE WERE FOUR OF US – George, and William Samuel Harris, and myself, and Montmorency. We were sitting in my room, smoking, and talking about how bad we were – bad from a medical point of view I mean, of course.
We were all feeling seedy, and we were getting quite nervous about it. Harris said he felt such extraordinary fits of giddiness come over him at time, that he hardly knew what he was doing; and then George said the he had fits of giddiness too, and hardly knew what he was doing. With me, it was my liver that was out of order. I knew it was my liver that was out of order, because I had just been reading a patent liver-pill circular, in which were detailed various symptoms by which a man could tell when his liver was out of order. I had them all.
It is a most extraordinary thing, but I never read a patent medicine advertisement without being impelled to the conclusion that I am suffering from the particular disease therein dealt with in its most virulent form.”