The last night of our trip we stayed in a cheap motel whose doors all faced the parking lot where, returning to our room after dinner, we heard a loud altercation between a man and a woman. As we were leaving the next morning it occurred to me that one of the pleasures of such places is that you wake up in the morning thankful you weren’t murdered during the night.
Since the phrase “to travel like a local” is now in disfavor, perhaps we can replace it with “to travel like an expat.”
Speaking of which, I'm off for a week to a city that John F. Kennedy described as mixing "the charm of the North and the industry of the South."
Once again, The New York Times Magazine’s “The Voyages Issue” contained no travel writing. The five subjects – Namibia, Virginia, Borneo, Norway, Singapore – were all presented through photographs and a short introductory text. It seems less a testament to the power of images than a rejection of the beauty and the importance of language.
The company that gave birth to the age of tourism, Thomas Cook, perished in the age of overtourism.
National Geographic Traveler magazine is ceasing publication, leaving only Conde Nast Traveler and Travel + Leisure in the world of travel glossies. In its near-three-decade run, I wrote two things for Traveler: an essay shortly after it debuted on trans-Atlantic crossings, and a story about Warsaw in 2013. This second assignment stands out as the single worst freelancing experience of my career. In fact, it was so dispiriting that I kept a journal during the editing and rewriting process, which lasted over a year. The subject was a city I had lived in and grown to love, so the story was understandably favorable, but – because it was realistic – it lacked the “excitement” and “romance” Traveler editors demanded.
“Like those at the other glossy travel magazines,” I wrote in my journal, “they are in the business (truly the mot juste) of promoting travel, not explaining the world. Their ‘concern for readers’ is nothing more than an obsession with advertisers (especially in these days of economic downturn). Just as they employ people to sell ad space, they hire writers to sell destinations – why else was I urged to be more enthusiastic? – so that the former can bring in more ads. It is why they refuse to allow, even in a predominantly upbeat story, anything that might disturb or sadden or dissuade potential travelers. It is why the quotes from locals are so benign. It is why the articles are so boring.
“I realize that this is the reality of magazine publishing (which paradoxically demands, in the travel division, a denial of reality). What maddens me is the charade put on by editors, the hypocrisy of pretending – or perhaps it’s a collective delusion – that they are all about “real stories,” that they value writing over salesmanship. It creates misunderstandings that lead to wasted labors in a process that verges on psychological cruelty.”
Listening yesterday to Dave Davies’ interview with Eric Snowden – who was speaking from his apartment in Moscow – I kept hoping for a question about his impressions of the city.