Having never heard of this author until I came across the recommendation for this, which I have now discovered is one of the lesser known of her quite extensive body of work.
This book seemed to me unable to decide what it was trying to do. Is it travelogue, memoir or an advert for the places she stays? Some confused mix of all three is the conclusion I reached. Maybe that's her style, but I'm not sure it worked for me.
The travel portions are fine, but hampered by the fact her main activity when visitng somewhere new seems to be to sit inside and read her book, which necessarily puts something of a limit on her worth as a wandering correspondent.
The memoir/observational pieces are probably better, but lean towards just being a cantankerous misanthrope.
As an aside, given the below was written about twenty years ago, it's sadly familiar:
"John le Carré was on the radio earlier talking about his despair. Iraq. Israel. The US. Us. Perhaps that's what kept me in bed: he was talking about having grown so much older and things being the same and worse, and the now inescapable knowledge we have that there will not be an improvement. He talks about Israel and America, but perhaps there's always an Israel and America and there comes a point at all times for people who don't have metaphysical or political faiths where the unimprovability of the world has to be faced. Despair is the nature of getting older. A sublimation of our own onrushing death. Though I'm inclined to think that the state of the world is worse than individual death."