Across Europe by sleeper

Andrew Martin is in mourning for a sleeper train that no longer exists. While he harks back to the age of elegant overnight rail travel popularly imagined by films such as Murder On The Orient Express, his experience in Night Trains is altogether seamier, involving sharing cabins with assorted strangers and dining on takeaway snacks.

York-born Martin’s travelogue describes six European night trains – among the shrinking number left – and proves a far from unalloyed joy.

In the golden age of the European sleeper, with which Martin keeps contrasting current trains, international services were run by Belgium’s Compagnie Internationale des Wagons-Lits. They spread across Europe, as Martin relates, to peak in the mid-1930s with an extraordinary 806 sleeping carriages and 661 dining cars,

However, sleepers have now become an endangered species, under increasing threat from cheaper air travel and ever faster daytime trains. Indeed, Martin says his book was triggered by the closure last year of several services, including ones in France and Germany.

Martin appears to have a particular love of Paris, with much description of its stations from which the sleepers depart – or not, in one case, when his train is cancelled but passengers are still allowed to sleep aboard.

It’s a warts and all narrative as the author sleeps – or actually hardly sleeps – his way across Europe. This may fascinate some, but Martin does at points indulge himself in excruciating levels of detail, such his annoyance at a couple sharing a packet of crisps or his meagre baguette and beer dinners in the absence of anything grander.

However, Martin’s travel diaries are leavened by fascinating anecdotes about his sleeper-travelling literary forebears, such as the cash-strapped young novelist Graham Greene being given sandwiches by his wife so he could avoid the cost of the Orient Express’s dining car while researching Stamboul Train.