Product Description

A bracing and beguiling quest for the world's deepest, purest snowfall that takes us from carrot-nosed snowmen in frosty gardens to the most perilous peaks on earth - a book that does for the white stuff what Robert Macfarlane did for mountains.In this unique book, part eulogy, part history, part travelogue, Charlie English goes in search of the best snow on the planet. Along the way he explains the extraordinary hold this commonplace phenomenon has over us, and reveals the ongoing drama of our relationship with it. Combining on-the-slopes experience with off-piste research, Charlie English's journey begins with the magical moment when his two-year old son sees snow for the first time, before setting off in the footsteps of the Romantic poets over the Alps, following the sled-tracks of the Inuit across Greenland, and meeting up with a flurry of fellow enthusiasts, from snow-making scientists in Japan and global warming experts at Caltech to plough drivers in Alaska. This is a book for anyone who reaches for their mittens at the sight of the first flake.

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #162302 in Books
• Published on: 2008-11-06
• Original language: English
• Binding: Hardcover
• 272 pages

Review
Charlie English's book about his quest to find the world's purest, deepest snow is a thing of wonder and delight.
English, who describes his own lifelong fascination with snow's transformative properties, as well as the adrenalin rush of winter sports, is a wonderful companion as he takes the reader on a snowbound journey.
He writes with sparkling clarity and a gentle, soul-searching bravery and humour that enables him to tackle extremes, from a night out in a tent in the Arctic when his igloo-building experiment failed, to admitting his own existential failure to live up to his idea of himself when confronted with the terror of traversing one of the most perilous peaks in the Alps.
English retains his childlike fascination with snow and his joy in the white fluffy stuff is infectious.
The Snow Tourist is a humorous, philosophical travelogue that encompasses historical facts, insightful encounters and fascinating anecdotes as English's travels take him from the Arctic Circle to New York, Scotland and central Europe: anywhere, in fact, where a white blanket of crystals can turn the landscape into a miracle. A perfect winter book. --Metro newspaper, November 18 2008

Review
In The Snow Tourist, Charlie English writes: "Snow is rarely, if ever, merely white. The angles and surfaces of snow crystals reflect and refract the different colours of sunlight that play upon them like the glass in a chandelier."
The book has something of this, too: like individual sparkles in a homogenous whole, each chapter is a self-contained travelogue with a distinct destination and a linked snow-related subject or history. Naturally some work better than others: English's stay with an Inuit family is fascinating and well drawn; the trip with his own family to Syracuse and New York much less so, perhaps because the chapter is slightly over-sentimental, describing things only really of importance to the author. But, strangely, this same open-hearted honesty is also the book's strength, as English gradually reveals the purpose of grounding his snow tourism in his love for his sons, and his father's suicide. Because this is also a larger story, about our nervous, urbanite, western lifestyle: "I had become cautious. I warned the children to stay back from the kerb, I worried about how much television they watched, and what they ate. I had become complicit in our risk-averse society. [My mountain guide] meanwhile, who had lost many friends in the mountains, still returned to them each day. Everyone must draw their own line which they will not cross. I had drawn mine, and it lay far short of where I expected it to be. I felt hollow."
English's cowardice there, in turning back from a ski tour, is a far more intriguing account than much current travel literature, with its daring deeds by those to whom, apparently, bravery comes easily. There is a real sense of loss as English realises that he is not the winter sportsman he had defined himself as, "who couldn't live without his fix of snow and physical challenges". His failure very clearly threatened to undo his entire undertaking and the book itself. But he struggles on with his journey, through Jack London's Alaska and Vienna, where Brueghel's skaters are displayed, and genuinely seems to learn as much about himself as them. The places he visits are sometimes perilously cold, but English's account is touchingly warm.

About the Author
CHARLIE ENGLISH is the deputy editor for the Saturday Guardian. This is his first book.

Customer Reviews

snow tourist
A fascinating and enjoyable book - part travelogue, part history and part autobiography.
Anyone who shares in the excitement of seeing the first snowfall of winter or looks forward to a week on the piste will love this book.

Snow Tourist
Events of recent weeks(i.e. Deep snow over much of the UK - Feb 2009) has shown to us all what a big effect snow can still have on all our lives...even in our hi-tech, globally-warmed world.
In the Snow Tourist, the author manages to combine the history and science of snow inside his own, very personal, account of how snow has affected him throughout his life and his search for the deepest, heaviest and most extreme snow conditions in the world.
I think that anyone who has put on a pair of skis or even just made a snowball will find things to relate to in this book and it helped to show me at what a fundamental level snow can affect us.

book of the month
I presume I'm reviewing the book in which case I must say I needed to stick with it because it is unlike any book I have ever read before.The first chapters, about the man who has studied snowflakes all his life, does not encourage a reader to carry on but after that I could not put it down It got better and better. I have no experience of skiing or anything allied to it but I know a man who does and each page I felt my friend is going to love this book.My criticism is that there were no photographs to complement the words and no maps .I think I missed the maps most. For a first book what can I say .I wish I had written it Many thanks