This is my favourite book this season. Pico Iyer's writing is exotic, wry, expressed in extravagant and exquisite detail and sensitive to a point. Whether he is describing the spiritual and mysterious silence of the rock churches at Lalibela in Ethiopia, or discoursing on Paddington Bear's amiability, the works of Raymond Chandler, or Norman Lewis' travels, he is superb. As an essayist he has replaced, in my affections, Eco and Alexandra Theroux.
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