Allen may be an accomplished explorer, but his writing skills left me far more wanting. The book shines most when he actually talks about his journeys through the Papuan highlands, documenting people, landscape, and animalia we’d barely ever read of elsewhere. However, a much larger portion of the book is devoted to his self-important and frankly half-baked ramblings about such white-conscience staples as ‘my calling’, ‘the spirit of exploration’, ‘finding myself among these people’, and ‘betraying them by embracing technology’. Maybe he was sincere, but it was frustrating to see that his desire to absolve himself of any privilege-shaming via schmaltzy philosophising became the central theme of this book rather than his genuinely interesting explorations.