Bill Bryson’s book about Australia, In a Sunburned Country, is a funny thing, packed with startling facts and anecdotes I was unfamiliar with, and quite touching observations of aspects of the Australian character. But it’s also oddly tone-deaf on class, multiculturism and contemporary Indigenous life - I was quite shocked to read his description of Darwin parkies as “shadowy and furtive”, for example, and he somewhat misses the point of Ned Kelly’s special place in our history.

Anyway, that’s probably enough Bryson for now.