I think any review of this book needs to start with acknowledging and celebrating that Sarah Marquis is an absolutely phenomenal woman; a force of nature herself. She has an iron will and no fear. Situations that would be difficult under normal circumstances--such as having an abscessed tooth or dengue fever--and lay your average white collar worker out for a week, she handles while camping in the jungle alone. The second she recovers, she's up walking again. She seeks out the harshest environments possible--the Gobi desert, Southeast Asian jungle, the Australian outback--with aplomb. Let's be clear: she hiked from Mongolia to the bottom edge of Australia. It took 3 years. Even the last leg of her journey, 620 kilometers through Southern Australia, a short distance relative to her entire trip, seems impossibly long to someone like me who gets winded and tired after hiking for just 2 or 3 miles. Her story is absolutely wild.
So really, my lack of enthusiasm for this book has nothing to do with Marquis herself. She seems a little quirky, opinionated, and even a bit arrogant, especially when she talks about the people of Mongolia, China, and Australia that she encounters. However, she has a right to be arrogant. She's accomplished so much. She has a right to her quirks, such as her staunch vegetarianism on ethical grounds--if anyone proves by example that you can be healthy as a vegetarian, she can. I say, more power to her.
As for her judgments of the people she encounters, at some points, I did feel it was a little unjustified. If you're a stranger traveling through a strange land, it's important to be respectful and open to different customs and traditions than what you're used to. On the other hand, I do not feel that she is racist or prejudiced in any way. Some of the people she talks smack about actually suck as people. For instance, an old lady sabotaged her campsite out of what seemed like simple spite, many of the men she encountered seemed ready to rape her or assault her for absolutely no reason, she had to deal with theft and no one trusting her, and customs officials and shady characters always seemed ready to hold her up or deny her entry into "their" turf for no reason. It sounded pretty rough and it's sad that some people are so xenophobic they can't deal with a woman traveling on foot alone through their country. I understand when people feel annoyed with tourists who are loud, in the way, destructive, disrespectful, etc., but Sarah Marquis was none of those things; at all times it seemed like all she wanted was to avoid people and leave as little impact as possible, environmental or otherwise. So I understand the frustration she expresses.
No, my issue with this book is the writing. I heard a great interview with Sarah Marquis on NPR's On Point with Tom Ashbrook and honestly I would suggest listening to that, or reading one of the many interviews with her or writings about her travels (she was sponsored by National Geographic, I'm sure they have lots of fascinating material about her trips) instead of reading this book. Maybe it's the translation, maybe it's the fact that it's ghostwritten, I'm not entirely sure. It reads more like an outline than a finished book. For the uniqueness of the subject matter, I was surprised by how boring I found it. Certain instances that seem like they could have been a short essay in and of themselves were summed up in scant sentences. Even though you understand that Sarah Marquis has a strong, deeply emotional connection to nature, walking, and this trip, it doesn't come through in the writing.
I have to compare it to other "walking" books that I really enjoy--Bill Bryson's A Walk in the Woods and Cheryl Strayed's Wild. Even though both authors walked far shorter distances than Marquis (Bill Bryson didn't even walk the entire Appalachian Trail before writing his book), both of those books carry more emotional weight, interest, insight, and just overall better storytelling than Wild by Nature.
Bryson's book had more humor and a better flow. He supplied a lot of history of the trail, but made it very interesting. He sketched out some of the travelers he encountered in hilarious detail, whereas Marquis might just sum up an encounter with a stranger in a few words and move on, leaving you wondering what just happened or why the person was mentioned at all.
As for Cheryl Strayed's book, some might say that it verges too much into sentimental, emotional material. It deals heavily with her loss of her mother to cancer, which topically seems unrelated to hiking. But for me, she really made it work, mirroring her journey through grief to her physical journey across the Pacific Crest Trail. She also delved into her own faults and past mistakes in great detail. She described the trail with a great sense of wonder and at times her story got very tense. Once again, better storytelling than in Wild by Nature made Strayed's book, for me, much more gripping.
At the end of Wild and A Walk in the Woods, I felt that I had been on a journey with the authors, that I knew something personal about what these trips meant to them. With Wild by Nature, I felt as though the physical steps of the journey had been described to me (stopping to camp, recovering from illnesses, encountering potentially dangerous people and wildlife, etc.) but a story had not been told. There was not enough detail to feel entrenched in the trip, in what it must have been like to travel through such perilous territory alone. So in the end, even though Sarah Marquis may be the most adventurous, brave traveler with the most to show for her efforts, Wild by Nature didn't reflect that.