When I’m traveling I tend to spend some time in planes or at airports where there’s nothing to do, really. Lately I’ve been trying to pick up a book to read instead of just staring into thin air. I usually browse the non-fiction section. I’m not quite sure why, maybe I prefer the real world. I have to admit that I’m rather inconsistent being that I praised science fiction a few weeks back – movies, books, TV series and whatnot.
Anyway, the last time I was traveling I picked up a copy of Louis Theroux’s “The Call of the Weird”, a title that undoubtedly plays on the title of Jack London’s book “The Call of the Wild”.
You might know Theroux already. He is a British TV presenter that for ten years has been making programs about the offbeat characters on the fringes of US society. One day he decides to return to the US of A and attempt to track down some of the people who have fascinated him the most over the years.
His journey takes him to the porn sets of Los Angeles, he visits UFO contactees in Arizona and goes to Northern Idaho for a festive get-together of leading neo-Nazis.
Although the idea is good – and maybe his shows were, too, I never actually watched any of them – the book somehow fails to entertain. It’s fairly well-written, but it’s never able to grab the reader’s attention in the way it should. And with the line-up Theroux has, it should be possible to get the reader to refuse to stop reading until the last page is finished. During the last hundred pages, I was seriously considering putting the book back in the book shelf and never open it again. But since I had decided to write this quick review I felt I couldn’t do that without actually having read the entire book.
It’s quite possible that the entertainment value of the book would have been higher if I had seen some of Theroux’s shows, maybe even recognized some of the characters. Sadly, I haven’t. Maybe Theroux’s talent is in television?