Theroux being Theroux there is a bit too much of himself in this book. Why does he need to go on about the bookseller recognising his face? (Probably because he was posing in front of the copies of his books would be my guess). Nonetheless, he delivers a brilliant approach to a British travelogue by choosing to walk around the shoreline of the island during the Falkland crisis. British blurb said the book was 'best avoided by patriots with high blood pressure' and I suppose he does hit some sacred cows but Theroux is quite insightful and even his ego doesn't outstage his awe for the landscape and characters in it.

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