Theroux decides to retrace his historic journey set down in the magnificent ‘The Great Railway Bazaar’ albeit 30 odd years later. As he trundles through various places he visited all those years ago, he, in his own fashion delves into his famous misanthropic prose which is always entertaining and enlightening however this hardly lives up to the original journey or some of his other recent works.
Sometimes like he says, once is enough and I think for this book, he should have just left it at the one done 30 years ago.
Mildly compelling but still a good read.
