The author recounts his odyssey down the length of Africa, from Cairo to South Africa, describing the bad food, many delays, discomforts, and dangers of his trip, along with the people and places of the real Africa.
Praise for Paul Theroux Relentlessly engaging . . . Theroux demonstrates how a traveler s finely wrought observations . . . sometimes offer the best political and social analysis.
"Booklist," starred review From "The Lower River" To make the moment last, Hock peeled one banana slowly with his fingertips and nibbled it, eyeing the distant crowd of children from the shade of his hut.
From sweeping and desolate natural landscapes to the dense metropolises of Shanghai, Beijing, and Canton, Theroux offers an unforgettable portrait of a magnificent land and an extraordinary people.
In this “candid, perceptive and intelligent” trio of novellas, the acclaimed travel writer presents tales of Westerners transformed by sojourns in India (Independent, UK).
From London across Europe through India and Asia, this was a trip of discovery made in the mid-seventies, a time before the West had embraced the places, peoples, food, faiths and cultures of the East.
Built around exotic landscapes, anecdotes that are revealing, humorous, and melancholy, and three decades of mutual history, this is a personal account of how one develops as a writer and how a friendship waxes and wanes between two men who ...
A NEW YOK TIMES NOTABLE BOOK OF THE YEAR " Theroux's best and most entertaining book to date ... a seriously funny novel . " -TIME PAUL THEROUX MY O T H ER LIFE A NOVEL MARINER BOOKS “ A very funny and wholly successful exercise ...
Publishers Weekly, starred review As thoughtful as it is evocative, the book offers insight into a significant region and its people and customs. An epically compelling travel memoir. Kirkus Reviews, starred review "
Operation Blue Star was a military assault by the Indian army on the Golden Temple—an unspeakable, unjustified defilement of the holiest shrine in Sikhdom, Sikhs said. It was disastrous: heavy artillery in a small overcrowded town.
W. henever I get sentimental and take on areminiscing tone and talk about how my father used to read to me and encourage me, I realize that I'm lying. Is it a way ofbeing kind to his memory, like “You look marvelous ... “Glad to oblige!