John Leyard was an amazing if not wholly admirable personality. Born on Long Island, he was fascinated by native American cultures and a vigorous self-promoter. He sailed on Cook's third, final, and fatal voyage, exploring the west coast of North America. His dream was to travel alone from the west coast back to New York. When he couldn't get backing, he went to Europe and traveled alone across most of Siberia, trying to get back to the west coast, but was arrested as a spy and sent back to Europe. Finally he found backing for a trip down the Nile into the heart of Africa, but then died of dysentery in Cairo before starting out. Apparently quite charismatic, he charmed everyone: royalty, influential men including Banks and Jefferson, and many, many women along the way. He may have been bipolar, he was certainly narcissistic and perhaps sociopathic. His journals and letters gave differing versions of the truth as much as we can know. I found the book disjointed at times but this may reflect less on the author than on the fragments Ledyard left behind.