Is this how a cynic gets outsmarted by an even bigger cynic?
Is it possible to write a whole a book like a Roxette song, and should anyone read it?
Should travel writers deliberately look for interesting stories or just go with the flow?
Is this a great piece of poetic travel writing, or has it been overly polished?
Will the search for the “Russian soul” ruin an otherwise great book?
Is this book just about a physical feat, or is there something more to it?
Why is this book only for those who are really into environmentalism?
Was it naive to hope for peace with the Khan?
Is this another author who distances himself from his story?
Aren’t less words sometimes better, even if the words are beautiful?
Is it possible for a traveler to be too intellectual, and how could this impact his writing?
What were German readers looking for in a travel book after World War II?
Is this poet distancing himself from his readers?
How is it possible that 750 years don’t seem to leave a trace?
Who would have thought it was possible to cross the Bering Strait on foot?