American author living in England

Usage examples of bryson.

This amusingly ill-conceived adventure brings Bryson to the height of his comic powers, but his acute eye also observes an astonishing landscape of silent forests, sparkling lakes, and other national treasures that are often ignored or endangered.

I was forever coming up to trees so precariously and weightily tipped over the path that I would waver, then scoot under, fearing the crush of really unfortunate timing and imagining Katz coming along a few minutes later, regarding my wriggling legs and saying, “Shit, Bryson, what’re you doing under there?

No Katz would come along after a minute to smack it on the snout for me and say, “Jesus, Bryson, you cause me a lot of trouble.

In fact I’ve been thinking about it a lot because to tell you the truth, Bryson, the idea of putting that pack on again filled me with”—he lowered his voice a tone—“fucking dread.

Bill Bryson, Author of 'A Walk in the Woods, ' Lives Somewhere in New Hampshire, America.

In fact I've been thinking about it a lot because to tell you the truth, Bryson, the idea of putting that pack on again filled me with"--he lowered his voice a tone--"fucking dread.

But the thing is, Bryson, there's nothing to pay attention to out there.

There is little reason to go there unless your name happens to be Bryson, and even then, I have to tell you, the pleasure is intermittent.

I switched off the television and went out to investigate Bryson City.

I was gratified to note that almost everything had a Bryson City sign on it-Bryson City Laundry, Bryson City Coal and Lumber, Bryson City Church of Christ, Bryson City Electronics, Bryson City Police Department, Bryson City Fire Department, Bryson City Post Office.

I don't know who the Bryson was whom this town was so signally honoring, but I had certainly never seen my name spread around so lavishly, and I regretted that I hadn't brought a crowbar and monkey wrench because many of the signs would have made splendid keepsakes.

I particularly fancied having the Bryson City Church of Christ sign beside my front gate in England and being able to put up different messages every week like REPENT Now, LIMEYS.

It was 5:30 in the afternoon, Bryson City was a crypt with sidewalks and I was at a complete loss.

I would never have guessed that the market was so buoyant or indeed that there were so many panties in Bryson City that needed shielding.

At all events, I felt fortunate to make it back to my motel without being intercepted by the authorities, and spent the rest of my short stay in Bryson City behaving with the utmost circumspection.