In 1975, Paul Theroux published The Great Railway Bazaar, a book that the New York Times Book Review named one of the Best Books of the Year, along with Saul Bellow’s Humboldt’s Gift.
A few months ago he published On the Plain of Snakes: A Mexican Journey – his 48th book, his 18th of travel – and the Book Review gave it a couple of paragraphs in its year-end roundup of travel books, along with 1,000 Places to See Before You Die.
I'm not sure if this says more about the fallen prestige of travel writing or the fallen prestige of white men.
