In this book, De Botton turns the purpose of a travel guide on its head and instead of providing advice on where to travel, asks why we go places — and how we might become more fulfilled by doing so.
In the first chapter, On Travelling Places, he delivers a brilliant analysis of some unexpectedly poetic travelling places: airport terminals, train stations, motels, or the service station – “forsaken, on the ridge of the motorway, far from all habitation”, and refers to artists who, like Baudelaire and Hopper, were “alive to the power of such liminal travelling places”.
As recalled by his Invitation au voyage, Baudelaire felt incomfortable at home. He ever dreamt of leaving France for somewhere far away, with no-reminders of daily life, and eventually ventured to India, only to feel lethargic and reminicscent of his homeplace, evidencing a lifelong ambivalence towards travel.
“It always seems to me that I’ll be well where I’m not and this question of moving is one that I’m forever entertaining with my soul.”
Charles Baudelaire
Indeed, it seems that Baudelaire “felt more at home in the transient places of travel than in his own dwelling”, after which T.S Eliot proposed that Baudelaire “invented a new kind of romantic nostalgia, ‘the poésie des départs, the poésie des salles d’attentes‘”.
De Botton draws interesting parallels between the 19th century sea-going ships that Baudelaire often admired – a “vast, immense, complicated, but agile creature, an animal full of spirit, suffering and heaving all the sighs and ambitions of humanity” – , and the modern aircraft, “it too a vast and complicated creature which defies its size and the chaos of the lower atmosphere.”
He quotes airports as the quintessential place of travel, plane passengers as aliens “for whom this ordinary english afternoon will have a supernatural tinge”, and the plane itself as “a symbol of worldliness, carrying within itself a trace of all the lands it has crossed; its external mobility offering an imaginative counter-weight to feelings of stagnation and confinement.”
Few seconds in life are more releasing than those spent in an airplane taking off, resulting in an undisguisable pleasure – “an examplary symbol of transformation”, he explains. The vibrating cabin of the aircaft ever raising to the skies, the thrusting engines in one the the most impressive display of power, can inspire us analogous shifts in our own lives, “to imagine that we too might one day surge above much that now looms over us” – “all along, hideen from our sight, our lives were this small.”
If flying “lends order and logic to the landscape”, train travel fosters an unequalled dreaminess, in which we seem to stand outside our normal selves and have access to thoughts and memories that may not arise in more settled circumstances:
“Journeys are the midwives of thought. Few places are more conducive to internal conversations than a moving plane, ship or train. There is an almost quaint correlation between what is in front of our eyes and the thoughts we are able to have in our heads: large thoughts requiring large views, news thoughts new places. Instrospective reflections which are liable to stall are helped along by the flow of the landscape.”
Views from the train window evolve just a the right speed; the landscape changing fast enough for us not to get exasperated, but slowly enough to offer us some brief, inspiring insights into the privacy of backyards and hidden alleyways.