It pains me to have to give this only two stars, as I became a huge fan of Manser's after reading Around Africa on my Bicycle. However, in order to stay true to the mission of reviewing the book here, I must admit I was slightly disappointed in the book overall.
Manser picks up his story almost immediately upon finishing the bicycle trip, and perhaps this is a harbinger of the essential problem this book will face. After the 800+ pages of Africa, it seems that he embarked upon this Madagascar manuscript intending to write another tome of expeditionary adventure. And for the first third of the book he is well on his way. He gets home to Cape Town, gets restless, decides to kayak around the fourth-largest island on Earth, builds a support team, trains, takes off on his journey, completes maybe a tenth of the overall journey up the northeast coast of the island and.....we are already half-way through the book. I looked at the map of Madagascar provided at the first of the book, looked at how relatively few pages remained and literally held the book out in front of me, wondering if a chunk had fallen out. How in the hell was he possibly going to complete the vast remainder of his adventure with only half of the book left?
Well, he continues his deft story telling and adventurous descriptions of almost every night's stop until he gets just about the the southern tip of the island. Then, he compresses the trip from the southern end all the way back up to his starting point, hundreds if not thousands of kilometers, into just a handful of chapters. You can literally see the point where either the editor said "This is WAY too long; cut it", or he simply had to make the deadline and wasn't finished. As I mentioned, rather disappointing.
I am certainly not lamenting Manser's approach, point of view or even his simple writing. It is this style that endears him to me and I would expect to many of his fans: his simple, straight-forward and very honest storytelling. He opens himself up beautifully. He is not a literary scholar and never pretends to be. He is an adventurer, a man of IMMENSE courage and bravery (or stupidity, as he regularly admits) and shouldn't be expected to turn out a benchmark of literature. But with incredible journeys like the ones he takes and then takes us on, I wish he would have the number of pages he deserves instead of thinking of possible book sales, or that he would have more help from those knowledgeable in constructing the story at a better pace.
Or, just tell us that nothing at all interesting happened along that stretch of southeastern coast worth writing about. But with Riaan Manser and his adventures, somehow I doubt that was the case.