This came to me highly recommended and I'm actually outraged that I read it, to the point where I can never trust another human being and their reading choices ever again. This book is so fucking ignorant, ethnocentric, and straight-up racist, and it sheds exactly zero insight into North Korea or its people aside from one wildly narrow and wrong detail that is repeated in every single sentence on every single page – every man, woman, and child loves propaganda!
The author's defense for not saying a single factually correct thing about North Korea – aside from random tidbits she pulls from Wikipedia – is that she's just a girl! Sorry, just a tourist sharing her OWN experiences! Which are just like...her arriving and immediately being annoyed at everything and everyone in a country where she should have been prepared to be out of her comfort zone and yet she – a woman who claims to have traveled to other "shithole" "third-world" countries, which is how she described North Korea when writing this book in the year of our lord 2014 – apparently had no idea what to expect.
Each chapter of this book is dedicated to the different places she visited as part of her planned itinerary – she chose the activities from a list in advance – and not once is she satisfied, grateful, insightful, reflective, or anything but an obnoxious lil cunt both to everyone around her in the moment and in retelling her story. She is simply awful to her handlers and driver, who clearly have very little ability to do anything outside of what they're told, and even though she seems to like and respect one of the handlers (the one who is younger, less experienced, and easier for the author to manipulate) she still clearly doesn't give a shit about any of these people, as evidenced by her afterword where she's like "gee, I hope nothing I've said gets any of my guides in trouble but SHRUG if it does!" She has no sense of humor for the peculiarities she faces in her travels, and is so unbelievably racist in transcribing how her guides spoke to her, but in a way she thinks is cheeky and hilarious, which is how she writes in general. At one point she acknowledges her way of writing and how funny she believes herself to be, but her idea of comedy is simply just toddler-level ignorance along with a bit of base-level hyperbole, saying on nearly every page something like "my hotel elevator is 700 years old" or "we waited for 100,000 hours."
It's not until the very end of the book when the author acknowledges her privilege as a rich white lady but does she really ACKNOWLEDGE it? She SAYS she is these things, more or less, but I don't think a bone in her body actually grapples with what it means to be someone like her in a place like North Korea. At one point near the end she says outright "I am a very empathetic person" which like...if you have to state this, no, you absolutely are not. She tries to illustrate this by sharing a story about how one time in Jaipur, a starving child ran up to her car window and when the car pulled away too quickly at the red light, she teared up thinking about how she couldn't help that child. Cool? But you're currently mentally abusing the people who are being forced to drag you around their country for 10 days so idk if I believe you.
The whole book is just a lot of typical boomer nonsense, with the author positively convinced that every single thing she saw in the country – with the exception of a few giggles from "normal" people going off-script – was staged for her. There are some nuggets of truth there, as major monuments or farms/factories that are meant to be representatives of the ideal rather than serving a more functional purpose are always "organized" experiences according to other more reliable tourists, but for the most part her paranoia that "flash mobs" of "tens of thousands of people" simply appear for her and only her whenever she enters a park or a subway or any public space is truly insane behavior. She is so busy looking for Truman Show-esque propaganda that she can't actually experience what she wants most, which is normal interactions with people going about their lives.
For someone who claims to be so cultured and worldly, this author should be embarrassed at how blatantly stupid she comes across. It's no wonder Americans have the worst reputation literally everywhere else in the world. This book is genuinely the worst piece of travel writing I've ever read and I'm so sad to own a copy. I was into the premise and excited about her personal experiences and anecdotes, and though I generally appreciate that travel writing includes these while ALSO sharing some knowledge about the people, places, and culture of the authors' travels, I was willing to forgo it for something I expected to be smart and entertaining. It was neither of those things, and it's heinous that one of the few lucky Americans who has had the fortune to visit North Korea had to be this woman.