You asked me to write to you and tell you things about life in England, so here I am again…
Alasdair Took, resident of Knaresbridge (based on Knaresborough, North Yorkshire), keeps up a regular correspondence with a woman in Vermont he met only once; the escapades of his daily life seem utterly fantastical and too odd to be true, but is that really the oddest part of all of this?
Alasdair’s letters certainly raise more questions than can possibly be answered, including (but not limited to): Why is it always Tuesday in Knaresbridge, and why hasn’t anyone noticed? Why does his daily, Mrs Daley, blame everything on the Bossa Nova? Why has her husband Ted been hiding in the woods for three years? (Or has he?) Why does Alasdair collect clock ticks? What about the tocks?
Told in the style of a light, slightly surreal epistolary novel, Alasdair Took’s Letters to America boasts a cast of lovably eccentric characters doing silly things that are sure to bring a smile to your face.