Overland from Cairo to Cape TownI don't have much to say about this book on Theroux's travels through Africa, but that's not a bad thing. Like many of Theroux's travel books, I made it my own travel book. I read it on the train to my parent's house, while waiting for the start of a health care town hall meeting with John Kerry, on the subway for a visit to the JFK library, and more often than not at the cafeteria at work during lunch. I still love reading his books slowly. In some ways, I like to read them almost as slowly as he travels.
This was in some ways a sadder book than his others in that he is traveling through areas of such poverty. There are also gripping accounts from various dissidents who had been thrown in jail and tortured by past oppressive governments. Theroux was essentially meandering through Africa, and he sees much that those who fly in quickly will miss.
This also seems a little more political than his other books, if only because he had spent so much time in Africa with the Peace Corps in the 1960s. (As he describes, he was actually kicked out of the Peace Corps, which somehow makes me like him better.) He spends much time bemoaning the Western aid workers who seem to be hurting Africa more than they help it. He mocks them for their big Land Cruisers, their hypocrisy, for always refusing to give him a ride, and essentially for creating a society that is far too dependent on foreign aid money.
Africa needs to help itself, I think he would say. In some ways, it all reminded me of the classic Sam Kinison bit about world hunger.
