Why is it often better for a writer to not put things into perspective?
What’s the difference between telling anecdotes and writing a book?
Why is this so choppy?
How can a book about a man running around the whole world be so boring?
If this book isn’t badly written, then why is it still bad?
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?
Can humor sometimes alienate us from our surroundings?
Is this guy our average Joe from the Middle Ages?
Was this guy an evil proto-colonialist, or was he a sort of likeable dreamer?
If this is one of the classics of Portuguese literature, why is it such a slow read?