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Автор Стивен Фрай
Stephen Fry in America
Photographs by Vanda Vucicevic
For Steve. Who so nearly existed…
Contents
Introduction
New England and the East Coast
Maine
New Hampshire
Massachusetts
Rhode Island
Connecticut
Vermont
New York
New Jersey
Delaware
Pennsylvania
Maryland and Washington D. C.
South East and Florida
Virginia
West Virginia
Kentucky
Tennessee
North Carolina
South Carolina
Georgia
Alabama
Florida
The Deep South and the Great Lakes
Louisiana
Mississippi
Arkansas
Missouri
Iowa
Ohio
Michigan
Indiana
Illinois
Wisconsin
Minnesota
The Rockies, the Great Plains and Texas
Montana
Idaho
Wyoming
North Dakota
South Dakota
Nebraska
Kansas
Oklahoma
Colorado
Texas
The Southwest, Pacific Northwest, California, Alaska and Hawaii
New Mexico
Utah
Arizona
Nevada
California
Oregon
Washington
Alaska
Hawaii
American English Quiz
State Capital Quiz
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Credits
Copyright
About the Publisher
INTRODUCTION
I was so nearly an American. It was that close. In the mid-1950s my father was offered a job at Princeton University–something to do with the emerging science of semiconductors. One of the reasons he turned it down was that he didn’t think he liked the idea of his children growing up as Americans. I was born, therefore, not in NJ but in NW3.
I was ten when my mother made me a present of this momentous information. The very second she did so, Steve was born.
Steve looked exactly like me, same height, weight and hair colour. In fact, until we opened our mouths, it was almost impossible to distinguish one from the other. Steve’s voice had the clear, penetrating, high-up-in-the-head twang of American.
He called Mummy ‘Mom’, he used words like ‘swell’, ‘cute’ and ‘darn’. There were detectable differences in behaviour too. He spread jam (which he called jelly) on his (smooth, not crunchy) peanut butter sandwiches, he wore jeans, t-shirts and basketball sneakers rather than grey shorts, Airtex shirts and black plimsolls. He had far more money for sweets, which he called candy, than Stephen ever did. Steve was confident almost to the point of rudeness, unlike Stephen who veered unconvincingly between shyness and showing off. If I am honest, I have to confess that Stephen was slightly afraid of Steve.As they grew up, the pair continued to live their separate, unconnected lives. Stephen developed a mania for listening to records of old music hall and radio comedy stars, watching cricket, reading poetry and novels, becoming hooked on Keats and Dickens, Sherlock Holmes and P. G. Wodehouse and riding around the countryside on a moped. Steve listened to blues and rock and roll, had all of Bob Dylan’s albums, collected baseball cards, went to movie theatres three times a week and drove his own car.
Stephen still thinks about Steve and wonders how he is getting along these days. After all, the two of them are genetically identical. It is only natural to speculate on the fate of a long-lost identical twin. Has he grown even plumper than Stephen or does he work out in the gym? Is he in the TV and movie business too? Does he write? Is he ‘quintessentially American’ in the way Stephen is often charged with being ‘quintessentially English’?
