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Ghost Train to the Eastern Star: On the Tracks of the Great Railway Bazaar

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I assume everyone reading this is familiar with Theroux's latest premise, to retrace the trail he took over thirty years ago when he wrote "The Great Railway Bazaar."

His latest is classic Theroux - observant, infinitely inquisitive (almost nosy), insatiably curious. Few can afford the time, money or emotional strain it would take to complete a journey like this. Consequently, it's wonderful to have a traveler (the author's familiar reference to himself) of this caliber to do it for us. Mostly by land from London, through Eastern Europe, the Subcontinent, Southeast Asia, Japan and home across Russia. I, for one, don't know how he manages to leave his loving wife for that long.

Some have called the author a misanthrope. I don't think that at all. One particular act, which I won't spoil by revealing, distinguishes the man from your average humanity-hater. I appreciated how he usually searched out the oldest rickshaw-wallahs and taxi drivers, people his age who haven't been as fortunate.

I take his observations of annoying people as part of the landscape of a trip of this magnitude. It was inevitable that he'd come across slovenly, boorish, clueless tourists that deservedly reaped the wrath of his rapier wit. I particularly enjoy Theroux's slicing and dicing of holier-than-thou missionaries. When he begins a description of someone he runs into with sly, almost vicious adjectives, look out. You know the game is about to begin.

I share a lot of the author's opinions, especially when he compares lawyers to prostitutes and expresses nothing but disdain for weak-handed politicians and substance-less celebrities. He seems to explore an inordinate number of sex trade sites around the world, shining the light of day on the cockroaches that reap profits from the suffering of others. As a single Western man, I suppose he's bound to be a target for the profiteers trying to separate him from his money. For those of us curious about how such things work in these far-off places, thankfully we have Theroux to describe them for us. Look out, Japan! Your weird fascination with school girls and French maids has been captured in print by one of the best travel writers in the biz!

Theroux seems to reserve special animosity for Singapore. Despite the city-state's facade of prosperity and glamor, wrapped in a mantle of super-security, the author manages to delve below the surface and reveal that here too there is an underworld, seedy sex trade and community of low-life individuals who deal in flesh, including that of the very young. It seems that Theroux is accomplishing a bit of payback here - as he was sacked from a teaching job there way back in the 1960s. From what I can tell, the despotic prime minister and all the mealy-mouthed underlings deserve everything they get.

Paul doesn't seem to hold back on descriptions of people he meets, including some famous writers. I often wonder what they think when they read what he has written about them. He is a bit of a name dropper, managing to rub elbows and spend time with some of today's most famous authors, including Orhan Pamuk, Sir Arthur Clarke and Murakami Haruki, as well as Prince Charles and Camilla. Oh, well. At least we get a bit of insight as to what they're like. I'll never get to talk to them so I'm glad he did. I admit that some I'd never heard of before reading the book so the author has provided another service - to broaden horizons.

I've been to many of the places Theroux describes (Eastern Europe, India, Burma, Southeast Asia, Russia) and it's interesting to read his take on things. He has a habit of looking at places differently, describing and visiting little known sights that, though I was there, never got to. I suppose that's another of his differences between tourists and travelers.

In summary, I'd very highly recommend "Ghost Train." It reveals more of the author than anything he's written thus far; mulling regrets about past mistakes and the inevitable disasters we are all confronted with at some point in life. His sentimental journey, like "Dark Star Safari," allows the reader to understand a lot about why he is the way he is - and where he's coming from.

Paul Theroux delivers in Ghost Train to the Eastern Star what the Theroux fan expects: entertaining travelogue laced with acerbic wit, cultural context and social commentary. And, it maintains Theroux's high literary standard; keep a dictionary by your side. The "plot," if one could call it that, is to retrace his steps of 30 years before, when he wrote The Great Railway Bizarre. But, just as you can't really go home again, you can't really go away again, at least on the same path. Fortunately, this obvious point is not a main focus of Ghost Train. Theroux's result this time is closer in style and content to his Dark Star Safari than to any of his other travel works. Coincidentally, the same device of going away again to a place he'd been 30 years before was employed in Dark Star Safari. However, his commentary for Ghost Train is a bit thinner, since it does not benefit from a prolonged earlier stay as he had in Africa. Readers of his Elephanta Suite will benefit from following a subplot: finding the inspirations for the three Elephanta Suite novellas in the Indian portion of his travels.

Small portions of Ghost Train are a bit trite: a place is developed or more populous, so it is not as nice as in the good old days; another place is still great (for the traveler) because it hasn't been modernized. Some of Theroux's favorite villain types appear as in earlier works: the shallow young backpacker, the boorish inconsiderate traveler, the overconfident ignoramus; on the political level the villains include dictators, Chinese government exploitation of third world countries, and soulless bureaucrats. There are wonderful, dark broodings on the nature of travel and specifically Theroux's kind of travel, especially at the beginning where they serve like Dante's warning at the gates of hell. The warnings to young whippersnappers not to try to follow him or one-up him are also pretty amusing. The ambivalent commentary on the nature of solitary travel is successfully carried through the whole book, along with commentary on his experience of aging. Readers in Theroux's approximate age cadre - the 60 to 75 year olds who still get around - will find this aging theme particularly worthwhile; he will serve as your foil, or more likely you will find plenty of material to apply to yourself. As with other Theroux travel works, you are not encouraged to go, and you will not want to use this book as a travel guide. Instead, it prompts the moderately experienced traveler to think, "I'm glad I didn't step in that.... but I'm glad I read about it."

Paul Theroux published his classic travel book the Great Railway Bazaar in 1975. He had traveled by train across Europe and Asia in 1973. That book gave notice that Theroux was a literary force. The success of that book made Theroux the comfortable writer that we have known ever since.

This new book re-traces that epic adventure. Theroux is older, wiser, more affluent but still like a small boy in many ways. His observations regarding what is different now and what has stayed the same are thorough and entertaining. His interactions with the people he meets along the way are little treasures.

As Theroux passes from place to place we get a sense of the world that informs us at the deepest level. The devastation the tsunami brought to Sri Lanka becomes real to us. Cambodia is truly a country of ghosts.Vietnam is vibrant and youthful. Laos is primitive. Singapore a repressive zombie state. The country formerly known as Burma is simply repressive but Theroux is delighted to meet people there who remember him from his first time through.

He tracks down his peers, writers like Orhan Pamuk in Turkey, Arthur C. Clarke in Sri Lanka, Haruki Murakami and Pico Iyer in Japan. And he sees people reading his books. He watches with voyeuristic delight as a fellow passenger peruses "The Mosquito Coast." He can't resist informing this young female backpacker that I WROTE THAT.

An amazing adventure - Theroux is at the top of his game here. He devotes only a half page to China. This omission is by design. Theroux doesn't conceal his feelings or his opinions.

I am not done reading this book yet, but I felt compelled to write a review. I have read all of his nonfiction work except Riding The Iron Rooster and in my opinion, this is his best nonfiction work to date. Followed VERY closely by The Pillars of Hercules and then The Old Patagonian Express.

Paul is his usual misanthropic self on this long trip and it's wonderful! He recounts his divorce as he's going through London and remembering when he lived there and taking us back to before he became the Paul Theroux we know today. It's a rather rare insight into the man and I can only assume as he has gotten older he has become a bit more open about these types of feelings. And I appreciate him sharing it with the reader.

There is a magical sense of juxtaposition between the first time he made this journey and this time. And he recounts it in very enjoyable terms. I feel his writing is much tighter in this novel than in some of his other works. He captured my attention from the first page when he described how the average traveler is performing one of the laziest activities on Earth. For, to him, traveling in comfort and "sightseeing" is a lazy man's idea of fun. And I agree. Although, I am not brave enough, nor do I have the time to go on these long train journeys, I admire Paul for opening up my eyes to a very different way of traveling and seeing the world.

I'm not even done with this book yet, but I can tell that this is one of those books you don't want to finish. I wish it would just go on and on. Oh well...

Throughout this latest Theroux book I kept asking myself, why does he do it? Why does he punish himself with decrepit trains, filthy toilets, near poisonous food, crummy hotels, lonliness, a constant stream of strangers met on the way and never seen again? He is an old man, presumably well to do, perhaps really rich, who needs all that punishment? Obviously he does. This travel book (though like all of his books it is not a travel guide, no hotel recommendations, no must do restaurants or sights) simply is fascinating reading, although by now, having written 41 books, 17 of them travel books, there is a certain sameness that is I guess unavoidable. The names and places change but the experiences remain the same.
Still, he never bores. And while this may be his last travel book (he hints so) it is a terrific one with which to exit the stage. JDP

There's an incredible irony about Paul Theroux. For a man who likes to do it his way and travel alone, enjoying this world in isolation, through his books, he takes the world along with him. Neat trick huh?
I never thought Theroux would write a sequel to "The Great Railway Bazaar" and am so glad he decided to revisit that wonderous journey. Through modern and delightful Turkey, Theroux takes us through Turkmenistanm, Uzbekstan, India, Thailand, Cambodia, Singapore, Japan etc. Theroux certainly shows the hypocrisy of Singapore, a thoroughly robotic state where the dirt that lies beneath is hidden by the government's attempt to mask it's seedy undercore with an antiseptic Stepford Wives film of cleanliness and a rigid acquiessence to authority.
Theroux's nightmare journey into Cambodia is especially wrenching. How these people continue to survive when so much misery has affected almost every person is beyond belief.
Theroux concentrates his Japanese journey almost entirely on the sexual addictions and sexual icons of that country. Fascinating, but it would have been more intriguing if he had let himself go a bit more and given us a rounder perspective of Japan today.
Throughly enjoyable was Theroux's take on Russia and his final trek from Vladivostok back to Moscow, and that's because Theroux shows Russia through Russian eyes as he does when he stopped in Vladivostok and Perm. Nothing changes. Russians still drink themselves into a stupor, and beyond Moscow is a vast white death of a past where poverty and filth rule. Theroux's stay in Perm is evidence enough, although Vladivostok is a thuggish nightmare where through the angry eyes of one woman, fear rules. In Russia, history haunts the landscape; it might as well be 1905 instead of the 21st century.
Theroux is also kind. He's not ashamed to help someone financially, and it's nice to see that he believes when you save one person, you in a sense, save the world. His cynicism also makes Theroux a fascinating travel writer. He's brutally honest too about his personal journeys. At times the reader feels like a vouyeur. At times you can smell the grit and grime of the alleyways and stench of the train journey. Often you laugh along with Theroux at the pomposities of the people he meets and madness of a dictator. His book, and all his travel books, are a banquet where you just can't get enough.
What's next for Theroux? Hopefully, he'll travel the Balkans and come back safe with a rousing adventure, or journey to Alaska and sits on a porch with Sarah Palin looking at Russia and giving us a hoot of a ride.

This thoughtful book reflects the next level in the literary evolution of the incomparable Paul Theroux --- he's more vunerable, more reflective, and more compassionate (and less the rogue and rascal) --- now that he is in his 67th year. For his many fans, this is a good thing, as we get to know him more deeply. The "ghost train" referred to in the book's title is actually Theroux's inner travels in both mind and spirit. While re-tracing, mostly in 2006, much of the route of his 1973 classic "The Great Railway Bazaar", he now focuses on the theme of "change": not only do the physical locations look different, but of course the author is different as well. Theroux is a "ghost" of his younger self, traveling like a ghost through the past of his memories, while feeling nearly invisible as he re-visits many of his old haunts (excuse the pun). However, this book has all the Theroux trademarks that the devoted reader loves and expects: exotic locales, humor, grittiness, the unexpected, the insights, the observations, the interesting local people and wacky fellow travelers. Theroux is a true master of detail and description. The sights-smells-sounds of extensive and exhaustive travel are all there, as if you were right beside him. But unlike his other non-fiction travel books, this one is specially tinged with some sadness and melancholy. Can/will he do another epic travel journey to share with us? I certainly hope so. Paul, please keep giving us your unique and valued "scribble, scribble..."

This is a travel book that revisits the settings of the Great Railway Bazaar. Although he constantly refers to the earlier book, you don't need to have read it to enjoy this one. It might actually be just as interesting to read this first and then read the Great Railway Bazaar.

Theroux has always been my favorite travel writer, but I am happy to say that he is only getting better. Maybe with age he is getting a little less cynical, a little more sentimental and empathetic with the locals in these far off places. As always good descriptions, a lot of interesting references to books and history. His best travel book.

Reviewers complain that there is too much about the author in Paul
Theroux's travel books. Longtime readers know the whole point is
hearing about him,especially his frequent disdain for what he sees.

Those of us who have stuck with him have grown old too. It is
immensely enjoyable to read about him retracing the tracks
of his first great travel book "The Great Railway Bazaar".

He is older, but no less curious and his fame precedes him. No longer an unknown young traveler, he is recognized by Prince Charles in a receiving line.

If you liked the previous books, definitely pick up this one.
If it's your first time get on board, you won't be sorry.

Mr. Theroux is over 65 but still doing the hard road. He is cranky as usual but more erudite, in other words he refers to Larkin, Buddhism, etc. I didnt agree with all his perceptions, especially concerning Romania where I have spent some time. I liked the Romanians and thought Bucharest a very interesting city, and Transylvania has some beautiful landscapes, but then he only spent few hours there. However, I also thought he was very good on India, where I have also travelled. He has been criticized for being egocentric in this book and, of course, he has his quirks, but he is a great writer, especially of travel literature, and as he himself would say, writers are a bit mad (or they wouldnt be writers).