This book should have been really terrific, and it kind of was. The author is clearly a man deeply in love with words, his own words to be specific, and it seemed that he took great pains to construct elaborate sentences that would evoke a strong image, thought or emotion in the mind of the reader.
And sometimes that happened. The first chapter got me quite excited, as I thought "now here's an author with a real way with words", but as I read on, I found that love of words over used or used in the pursuit of unworthy subject matter.
This book is part travelogue, part history lesson (including some fairly dull political history - did we really need all those pages on Yugoslavia and the Balkans?), and part Agatha Christie style descripto (a word I just made up to describe the hodge podge of words the author uses, in a Christie-esque style, to describe various parts of his journey including his fellow travellers).
The likeability of the author for a travelogue is really important. And in this case, I found myself vascillating between thinking he was quite a nice, even terrific, bloke, then thinking he wasn't quite such a nice guy.
I can't be the only reader who found his descriptions of flirting outrageously and seriously with Jasna, the poetry writing Belgradian, slightly out of place or off centre in some way - it was just too revealing and awkward. Initially, I put this off-ness down to the English style of courtship, then a new light was shone on this awkward sequence when later in the book he admits to a wife and small children. Er, not cool dude.
The author has a talent and skill with words, but poor judgement. That's how I would sum up this book. His judgement is off in quite a few ways. Most obviously, in not only his pursuit of (or receptiveness to the pursuit of) the lovely if damaged sounding Jasna, whilst being married with children, but in his RELAYING of that encounter to us. Why would someone do that?
But perhaps just as bad, his judgement is off in the parts of the story he chooses to focus on - his travel companions, the history (geopolitical) of each country he travelled through, various experiences he had.
For example we hear all about his bus companions through the Iraq tour. Lordy me, did we need to hear a description of each and every one of them, and then be regaled with their petty squabbles on the 2 weeks they were forced to be together?
And he describes in lurid detail an experience he has walking through a Baghdad street where a young man approaches him and takes him to meet a "friend I have in fashion", down a meandering set of increasingly unrecognisable streets, until the author is so uncomfortable he virtually runs away. This just wasn't that interesting a story, frankly.
I wanted to love this book, and to zoom through it because it was such a great read. I found myself one Sunday forcing myself to finish it, so I could move onto something else. But - I did want to finish it.
All that said, I still give it a 4 because the author has real writing talent, and a real way with words. If only he would learn to use them better.