I read books. Mostly travel books.
Is this guy our average Joe from the Middle Ages?
Why is this travelogue one of my favorite books of all time?
If Fleming is the more gifted writer, then why is this book better than his?
Would a little less irony have made this book even better?
Was this guy an evil proto-colonialist, or was he a sort of likeable dreamer?
Is this another candidate for the title of worst travel book ever?
If this is one of the classics of Portuguese literature, why is it such a slow read?
Why is this missionary’s tale still so refreshing?
Is this the worst travel book anyone could ever imagine, or is it just the worst travel book ever created?
Do we really care whose fault it was, or can we just accept that mountains are deadly sometimes?
Is this travel book classic from the 1980s awesome, or is it maybe just a tiny bit whacky?
Why is this one still so good today, even though a lot of it is untrue?