“dylan harris’s new book Europe, in an admirably citizenly yet
colloquial vein, pulls out all the unarticulated stops of any so–called
‘Union’, to represent a re–marking of his personal map.
A kind of unstoppable train wreck from any British perspective. But from a
European one, a daring literary feat. One in which ‘accelerating is
language English’ and ‘social life glows momentarily / on
winter Sunday evenings / in the pub quiz league.’ ”