June 05, 2007

The yak eatin' mountain madman has returned to these western shores with tales to tell. He makes a point with which I emphatically agree:

The subject matter will, at its very core, be me and the unique feelings, visions, actions and interactions I had (and am still having) as a result of going on this trip. To me, most travel books are unreadable because instead of giving you a glimpse into the mind of the author they are loaded with chronological facts that end up being a rehashed, first person versions of the travel brochure. This isn't to say it won't be informative or sometimes deliberately chronological (this isn't Pulp Fiction, you know), but what it will be is a clear and unabashed look into my head and heart, which was considerably warbled over 20,000 feet. So maybe you should click the "Back" button on your browser and get the hell out now before it is too late.

Hell no, we won't go. The individual authorial voice is all that's left to us in this prepackaged shrink-wrapped off-the-shelf culture. So go check him out.