As a serial expatriate I bought this book hoping to gain some insight into Bangladesh, its culture, and its people.
The book contains some amusing anecdotes, such as the author's participation in a cricket match, and his hapless attempt to install a satellite dish on his roof. Trenowden is able to laugh at himself, for example when he describes with humour his fierce argument with a drycleaner.
However, one is left with the impression that he spends the better part of almost two years mixing with other like-minded expats, searching for alcohol, and complaining, rather than getting an insight into the rich and ancient culture of his host country.
Some references border on offensive: when he meets a business contact from Hong-Kong, he remarks `I was pleased to have this link with civilisation', implying that the culture surrounding him is less than civilized.
Leaving aside the content, the writing is poor.
The book appears not to have been edited. It is filled with spelling mistakes ('vitals' for 'victuals, 'exited' for 'excited', 'loose' for 'lose'...), wrongly used words ('comprehensibly' for 'comprehensively', 'reigned' for 'reined'...) misplaced apostrophes, and clichés ('a sight for sore eyes', 'the crowning glory', 'the inner sanctum', 'come hell or high water'...).
The language is pretentious: describing the importance of settling in, Trenowden writes `The geographic location of our possessions would dictate when this point would be reached'. There are dozens of `sentences' which simply do not hang together, for example: `The heat of the night exaggerated having left the cool of air conditioning I leant on the rail.'
All in all, a rather disappointing read.