A clergyman travels through France and Italy and never quite gets anywhere, being detained by a glove-seller, a monk, a caged starling and his own feelings. Sterne wrote it dying of consumption, in the last year of his life, as an answer to travel writers who complained about everything. It stops mid-sentence. Sixty plates after Hogarth, Gainsborough Dupont and their contemporaries follow the travellers through wooded landscapes, inns and portraits, matching the novel's wandering eye for whatever stops a journey.
A clergyman travels through France and Italy and never quite gets anywhere, being detained by a glove-seller, a monk, a caged starling and his own feelings. Sterne wrote it dying of consumption, in the last year of his life, as an answer to travel writers who complained about everything. It stops...