Does it make sense to refer to this author as the godfather of travel writing?
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?
Why is this book only for those who are really into environmentalism?
Aren’t less words sometimes better, even if the words are beautiful?
If this was a good writer with a good story, then why did the editors not polish it a bit?
Did conservative ethics turn this great adventure story into such a slow read?
Is this the only instance where a TV person turned into a good travel writer?
Is this a decent book that has been ruined by esotericism, or was it bad all along?
Was this guy an evil proto-colonialist, or was he a sort of likeable dreamer?
Is this the worst travel book anyone could ever imagine, or is it just the worst travel book ever created?