A very fine browse for the smallest room, this flirts with multiple authors and their travels, and gives us the bare bones of what we need to know. It doesn't tell us too much about the places, it doesn't fully go into studying any literary output for firm evidence of the journey's influence, but it does show who was who and where they were going and probably why. So Jack London is seeking Yukon gold, Lorca is being told off in one respect courtesy a trip to New York, and Agatha Christie rides a certain train – as did Victoria Woolf and then Graham Greene, in fiction at least, but he ends up scouring round rural west Africa. The chapters come at you thick and fast, giving a one- or two-page map of the journey to fix it in your mind's eye (I don't think this has the power to inspire any copycat trips, whatever Calvino said and however much I'd love to return to the Crimea in peace and see it for more times than Pushkin did), and around the writing we get pictures of a general agelessness, and some verifiably vintage prints of the locales.
It is a wilfully broad church here, of both authors and trips – JK Rowling follows Pushkin, and, er, sits on a train for a bit due to a long-distance relationship, while Saint-Exupery follows her, trying to break the Paris-Vietnam flying record, and getting lost sans radio, only to crash into a random dune somewhere. Still, that wide-ranging scope allows for authors you'll never have heard of, and trips you'll never have been aware of, to places unsullied by your footsteps. The porcelain throne has had far worse examples of armchair travel.