Thames: Sacred River

I enjoyed the book because the subject was new to me. The author doesn't know if he is writing a history, a travel book, or a prose poem. He fails at the latter and it blights his history and travelogue. I get really tired of his attempts to link Thames lore to classical mythology, except when he's talking about the Romans, of course. The pictures and photos are excellent. There's a case to be made that the Thames and Britain are closely linked in their history, that without the Thames, British history would have been very different, especially in regard to trade and military power.

Thames: The Biography by Peter Ackroyd purports to offer a sister volume to the highly successful London: The Biography. To a point it succeeds, but in general the feeling of pastiche dominates to such an extent that the idea of biography soon dissolves into a scrapbook.

The book presents an interesting journey and many fascinating encounters. But it also regularly conveys a sense of the incomplete, sometimes that of a jumbled ragbag of associations that still needs the application of work-heat and condensation in order to produce something palatable. Thus a book that promises much eventually delivers only a partially-formed experience.

Ostensibly the project makes perfect sense. London: The Biography described the life of the city, its show more history and its inhabitants. There was a stress on literary impressions, art and occasional social history to offer context. This was no mere chronicle and neither was it just a collection of tenuously related facts. It was a selective and, perhaps because of that, an engaging glimpse into the author’s personal relationship with this great city.

Thames River flows like an essential artery through and within London’s life. Peter Ackroyd identifies the metaphor and returns to it repeatedly, casting this flow of water in the role of bringer of both life and death to the human interaction that it engenders. And the flow is inherently ambiguous, at least as far downstream as the city itself, where the Thames is a tidal estuary. At source, and for most of its meandering life, it snakes generally towards the east, its flow unidirectional. But this apparent singularity of purpose is complicated by its repeated merging with sources of quite separate character via almost uncountable tributaries, some of which have quite different, distinct, perhaps contradictory imputed personalities of their own.

Thus Peter Ackroyd attempts by occasional geographical journey but largely via a series of thematic examinations to chart a character, an influence and a history that feeds, harms, threatens and often beautifies London, the metropolis that still, despite the book’s title, dominates the scene. These universal themes – bringer of life, death, nurture, disease, transcendence and reality, amongst many others – provides the author with an immense challenge. Surely this character is too vast a presence to sum up in a single character capable of biography. And, sure enough, this vast expanse of possibility is soon revealed as the book’s inherent weakness. Thus the overall concept ceases to work quite soon after the book’s source.

A sense of potpourri and pastiche begins to dominate. Quotations abound, many from poets who found inspiration by this great river, but their organisation and too often their content leaves much to be desired. Ideas float past, sometimes on the tide, only to reappear a few pages on, going the other way. Sure enough they will be back again before the end. Dates come and go in similar fashion, often back and forth within a paragraph. No wonder the tidal river is murky, given that so many metaphors flow through it simultaneously.

And then there are the rough edges, the apparently unfinished saw cuts that were left in the rush to get the text to press. We learn early on that water can flow uphill. Young eels come in at two inches, a length the text tells us is the same as 25mm. We have an estuary described as 250 miles square, but only 30 miles long. We have brackish water, apparently salt water mixed with fresh in either equal or unequal quantities. Even a writer as skilful as Peter Ackroyd can get stuck in mud like this.

At the end, as if we had not already tired of a procession of facts only barely linked by narrative, we have an ‘Alternative Typology’ where the bits that could not be cut and pasted into the text are presented wholly uncooked – not even prepared.

Thames: The Biography was something of a disappointment. It is packed with wonderful material and overall is worth the lengthy journey but, like the river itself, it goes on. The book has the feel of a work in progress. This may be no bad thing, since the river is probably much the same. show less

As usual, Ackroyd takes his reader on a bit of a whirlwind, this time a tour of the Thames river from source to mouth. The first few sections dragged a bit, and I didn't find his usual riveting prose there, but the later sections were extremely interesting and sparkling with his typical energy. I zipped through this. It's never a daunting task to read one of Ackroyd's doorstopping nonfiction works, because they are such a delight, and so well written. I now know all I probably want or need to know about the river. (One downside: since this was a review copy, none of the many listed illustrations were included. Oh, how I would have loved to see those illustrations!)

Ackroyd takes the reader on a long meander along London's river from source to Sea, taking in anecdotes, historical fact, fiction art, life and death along the way. Beautifully written and fantastically researched as with all his books and probably best read as a companion guide to Ackroyd's earlier bestseller "London: the Biography".

The beauty of this book is there is no timeline, no set journey, we wander in and out of the Thames and in and out of history, both fact and fiction and so we can dip into the book wherever and whenever we please.

Highly recommended - half a star knocked off because sometimes there is just *too* much information!

I have always liked Peter Ackroyd’s writing and feasted on London: The Biography.

This however is disappointing. Full of facts, supposition, myth and mystery but thrown together in a mélange of stuff that lacks cohesion. What it lacks in structure it makes up for in bulk.

Never mind the quality, feel the width.

Early in Thames: The Biography the first post-Roman bridge is noted at being at York in the eighth century; we know this from church records stating that a witch was thrown from such and drowned. So, okay, what is the significance of this? We don't know, the events is passed over and the facts and images keep flowing. Employing a riparian model, Peter Ackroyd allows the jetsam and debris of history to be washed and buried in the mud immemorial. Thames proceeds thematically, but each sections is scattered in bits: Pepys, the Saxons and Victorian industry may appear under a heading, or maybe Turner, Satanism and angling. You never quite know and it doesn't appear to ultimately matter. Walter Raleigh appears a few times and Ackroyd notes show more that several volumes of his History of the World only led to a led B.C. timeline. Maybe Mr. Ackroyd should consider such focus. But that isn't the point here, is it?

Sure enough Ackroyd has since started his history of everything British. He and Simon Schama can now stage pay-per-view pissing contests. Just remember 30 million years ago the Thames was connected to the Rhine. show less

Author should be put in jail along with his book until he adds all the sources and citations. Until then copies of this book should be moved to the fiction section. Myths, speculation, facts, legends, hearsay, author's wild imaginings, drug induced hallucinations are all reported in the same way as if they had equal value. I've listened to drunks in pubs who sourced their material more transparently.