Is this just a Chinese stream of consciousness or is it an overlooked gem?
Does it make sense to refer to this author as the godfather of travel writing?
Why is it often better for a writer to not put things into perspective?
Did something go wrong when a book needs an author’s note to explain itself?
What happens to a story when the writer gets caught up in old books and theories?
Does this book only exist because the author is fabulously rich?
Is this a coffee table book or a regular travelogue, and is it worth a read?
If some of the superlatives and comparisons used in this book are lame, why is it still so good?
How could a book about an adventure like this turn out to be so boring?
Does the expat experience really keep people from growing old?
Could this book have been better if the writer wasn’t a diplomat?
Are these just some minor slip-ups or was this writer completely duped?
Did the quest for scientific precision ruin this book?
If this book isn’t badly written, then why is it still bad?
Does this book do anything right except expose someone’s attitude toward China?