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?
Is it a good thing or a bad thing when a writer starts to write about writing?
Did he have to try this hard to show that he’s a fanboy?
Is this a great piece of poetic travel writing, or has it been overly polished?
Why does esotericism so often go hand in hand with ignorance?
Is this just an epic journey through China, or does this writer also have mad skills?
Is this another author who distances himself from his story?
What were German readers looking for in a travel book after World War II?
Was this a 14th-century fact finding mission or just another medieval mystery tale?
Is this book more about contemplation or more about adventure?
Why is it so much fun to read Medieval travel stories that are at least partly untrue?
Are these travel memoirs worth reading, or has censorship ruined them?
Is China really that quirky, or do we sometimes just want things to be a certain way?
Did conservative ethics turn this great adventure story into such a slow read?