Why is it often better for a writer to not put things into perspective?
How did this writer become an archetype for female travelers from China?
Is it possible to write a whole a book like a Roxette song, and should anyone read it?
Should this collection of diary entries be edited into a more readable book?
Why is it so much fun to read Medieval travel stories that are at least partly untrue?
Did conservative ethics turn this great adventure story into such a slow read?
Was this guy an evil proto-colonialist, or was he a sort of likeable dreamer?