(Edited to better reflect my admiration for Russell Cook’s achievement!).
A five-star achievement, but for me - and perhaps for me alone - a two-star book (through no fault of the author).
Obviously, running the entire length of Africa is a five star achievement. Even if Mr Geezer had been one of the world’s top endurance runners and he had had a professional support team, it would still have been mind boggling. But he is not a top runner of any description, and his team were more like (new) friends who wanted to be part of something amazing (for which they had little relevant experience). This was just a group of people exceeding themselves to the umpteenth degree.
In terms of the book, it would be impossible to capture in words the scale of the achievement and the degree of suffering endured. You either fail by describing everything, or you fail by trying to make the book a normal length. The book fails in the latter way. Personally, I wish they had produced a huge coffee-table book full of pictures and maps, but instead we get the standard 200+ pages with some pictures (which I am sure most people prefer).
However, brevity is not why I gave the book two-stars. I gave it two stars because (a) it reflects accurately how dangerous and miserable it is to be a stranger in any west African country in the 21st century (obviously that’s not the fault of the author, but…), and (b) it tried to blame all this on ‘colonialism’ (thus absolving the bad guys of any responsibility for their chosen lives of r**e, murder, extortion, robbery, theft and corruption). My father was born and bred in west Africa and I know how people of all races and creeds despair of westerners saying their lives under siege from criminals are all down to history, thus guaranteeing that nothings gets done to stop it. To me, it is very noticeable that the words used to described colonialism and slavery in the book are obviously the words of someone other than Russ’s, though Russ does make some immediate, genuine and apposite observations on the poverty that he sees on his travels. As the book is published by Dragon’s Den grifter Stephen Bartlett, it may have been him or a ‘sensitivity reader’ employed by him (the woke, modern version of an editor) that wrote these sections. For the reality is that Russ and his team were harassed, threatened, extorted, and robbed every step of the way, just for looking like visitors (and therefore, targets). Russ even escaped what looked like a planned execution by a village ‘chief’, only to be kidnapped and held for ransom by those who ‘saved’ him. And those doing the robbing are not just dangerous street thieves, but corrupt policeman (corrupt police play a big role in the book). For me this made reading the book a chore when it should have been a pleasure. Can readers do anything about this state of affairs in our most beautiful continent? I think they can, but they will need to educate themselves properly (through people that live there, not through upper-middle class people who live in west London) and decide what they can do to help. Every little helps after all. If Russ was to inspire such campaigns then the book would have been a bigger success than he could ever have imagined.