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10 of 11 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
A Writer Reflects on His Life and Humanity by Revisting His Past, Oct 4 2008
If you want a book about how to travel by train, skip this one.
If you want a book about what you'll discover about yourself if you revisit old haunts, you may find this book intriguing enough to propel you back to your former hangouts and to review your memories . . . both painful and pleasant.
If you enjoy literary pilgrimages, you'll enjoy several entertaining moments.
If you want keen insights into nations you haven't visited, you won't find enough to warrant reading the book.
If you want a book of great writing, you will probably be disappointed. Mr. Theroux will wow you now and then with brilliant passages . . . particularly in the beginning and end . . . but mostly it's plain vanilla writing.
Why then did I like the book a lot? Mr. Theroux reminded me of a fresh way to look at the world, a way that I used to employ quite often.
Let me explain. When I was growing up, my father worked for the Santa Fe Railway and our family had a pass for free travel from California to Illinois. Most of our long trips were by train. In college, I also traveled across the United States several times to save a few pennies. During those trips, I grew to appreciate places that you never see from an airplane or an interstate highway. Railway travel allowed me to meet many memorable people and to have experiences I otherwise wouldn't have had.
Writers live solitary lives, often more so when they are in a crowd. Railway travel is a buffer between the writer and the world that allows the writer to venture out amongst everyone in a comfortable way. I realized that leaving the writer's cocoon more often is good for the writer and the writer's readers.
Mr. Theroux is generous in sharing his observations during his much earlier trip along a similar route, as well as his feelings as his marriage fell apart. Those perspectives make the observations much more powerful and interesting. He is most comfortable talking about places and times in terms of other authors and conversing with authors. I found those interludes to be particularly intriguing.
Although I didn't learn enough to make me want to organize a particular kind of trip to any of these places, I did gain a sense of how a writer might react to each of the locales. From those observations, I think I know which of these places I would like to visit and which ones not. That aspect was a pleasant surprise.
I was fascinated by the differences in national character demonstrated among the ordinary people he met, most moving in his description of the forgiveness of the Vietnamese people towards ordinary Americans. As he traveled around, people in one country would be happy and enjoying life, while in the next country misery existed regardless of material comforts. As a result, I read the book very slowly. I needed time to digest what he said about each country before I could go on to the next one. To me, that's a sign of good writing: He made me think a lot.
Like many travelers, Mr. Theroux likes to report on some things more than others. I wasn't quite sure why he gives such an encyclopedic description about the sex trade in each nation, but perhaps as a man traveling alone that stood out more than the helpfulness of ordinary people. I could have done with less of that element. I also didn't enjoy his angry dismissal of anyone who is a missionary. What is that all about?
I was especially intrigued to realize that you can get to know people better during a train trip than during other casual contacts in travel. I plan to take advantage of that during my future trips.
All aboard for more understanding!
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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Ghostly Thoughts on the Human Condition, Dec 18 2008
I re-read the "Great Railway Bazaar" before reading this book and was glad I did, because Theroux over the years has become a much better writer. It was interesting to hear him tell what was really going on in his life when he wrote the first book.
He is a fantastic observationist, and genuinely enjoys listening to other people's lives and stories. Many travel writers will ask questions, yet they always seem a bit distracted as if they are only half listening, but Paul Theroux actually listens. I like the way he phonetically writes the English that people use when it is not their first language, it cements the moment with the accents of people in the world. Mostly Theroux's books say: "There's another world out there, that is chilling and heartbreaking all at the same time if you bother to notice and listen."
Before I read this I also had a ramble through one of his other books "The Pillars of Hercules," that I bought in a used book shop a couple of years ago. That too has a shine of reality and literature to it. I am getting the urge to re-read the travel books of his that I know, and explore the books of his I that I missed reading over the years.
It's hard to speak of Theroux's books because they are indescribable in the many details that sift through the reader's mind afterward. He makes it seem like you have taken the journey yourself, with all the insight, personal reflection, shock, and revelation of other people's lives and poignancy. He reads books along the way, instantly making me want to read those same books and learn, and he describes the smells, the crowds, the noise, the quiet moments, the beauty of the unexpected, and all those singular people living their lives, far removed from insular North America.
Most fascinating to me were: Turkmenistan; the information technology outsourcing that has transformed India; what happened to Cambodia and Vietnam after the war with America; Japan and the manga craze; and that cold, reverberating visit to Perm 36 of Russian gulag fame.
Instead of becoming hopelessly drunk and obnoxious in "Banging Benidorm," his influence and experience points to a different way for travellers to see the world.
Thirty years later, he can still shake your mind up and leave you feeling lost and sad and hopeful with the good-heartedness of small moments with strangers in distant, distant places.
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Traveling in Search of a Past, Feb 7 2009
Theroux is one of those unique travel writers where the medium - in his case conversation on a train - is only a means to achieving a more enlightened end. Like all the other dozen or so travelogues he has written, his globetrotting experiences seek to create a greater appreciation of cultural variation on a global scale, and that can only be done by nosing around after listening to the locals. After all these years, Theroux has not lost the voice of the informed cynic that allows him to offer nasty but intelligent perspectives on a wide-range of human eneavours. What makes this book so important for the likes of me is that it revisits his earlier Trans-Siberian railways travels of the 1980s, covered in "The Great Railway Bazaar". This time, Theroux sets out to determine if anything has socially and politically altered since his last cross-continent jaunt when the Soviet Empire was about to collapse and globalization semed to be everyone's yen. Taking the southern rail routes through Asia Minor, across southern Asia to the Far East and then back, Theroux engaged fellow travelers in light conversations along the way as to what had happened in their respective countries since his last visit. This device - one that he has used on other travels - allowed him to then to get off the train at key cities and check things out himself. What he discovered, whether it was in Sri Lanka, India, Burma, Georgia, Uzbekistan, Vietnam or Russia, was that while people in general continued to aspired to a `nobler' life based on `western' values, little specifically had actually changed over time. Ignorance, tyranny, poverty, squalor, villainy, and greed still abound in the east. The irony of this Theroux experience is that as the author moved east to reconnect with his past, he regularly met up with people desiring to go west in search of the so-called better life. As Theroux once again fell under the spell of a present fateful East, his fellow sojourners dreamed of a better material future awaiting them somewhere west of the Urals. Theroux seemed to be traveling through a time warp where little had changed except time itself. I would recommend this book purely for the great opportunity it offers people to travel in mind while pondering Theroux's wit as an extraordinary tour guide. Definitely read the "Great Railway Bazaar" before this one to get a stronger sense of comparison between the two journeys.
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