Geoff Dyer didn’t get on a plane until he was 22, a fact he attributes to growing up with parents who didn’t travel.
Yet today many of his books are devoured by jet-setters and backpackers alike.
Yet Dyer doesn’t label himself as a travel writer-in fact he doesn’t label himself as much of anything.
When he saw his jazz novel, But Beautiful, in the bestsellers section of a bookstore, he asked the manager if it was true: “No, of course not,’ he said. But we didn’t know where else to put it.”