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?
Who came up with the idea to spoil a fine travelogue with some contrived nonsense?
Is this author trying to show us how to alienate ourselves from our surroundings?
Can this book succeed in making migration seem a little bit less mysterious?
Can we really read about warfare as if it was just an adventure?
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?
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?