Simpson, so long the face of BBC foreign reportage, in this book describes his own background as "Wandering Jew meets the Flying Dutchman", meaning both genetically and psychologically. This, however, is a less directly autobiographical study than his other book "Strange Lands, Questionable People"; it might be described as a book of anecdote and travel amid the detritus of war, revolution, famine etc., in other words, the ruin of a house which once stood, that house being mostly that of the European empires destroyed or dismantled since 1945.
The weakness of this book is that Simpson postulates no over-arching plan to "rescue the world", whether by the "development" lobby's way of endless appeasement of the "Third World" governments, the tougher path advocated by the Americans and their academic satraps, or by way of, in effect, re-colonizing the countries and "states" set adrift from 1945 onward. In the end this a TV journalist's book: it conveys the atmosphere, helplessness and unplesantness of a given situation, without feeling the need to put forward any practical or ideological solution. Perhaps Simpson is chary of ideological solutions, whether supposedly final or not.
The book is strong on personal involvement at ground level: Simpson himself manages to help some individuals, especially in places like Sarajevo. He is scathing about those who misuse their power and connections to profit financially or sexually from those negatively affected by the war. He only gets really angry in print, though, by the Red Cross, because of their neutrality during WW2 (he thinks they should have stood up to the German authorities more rigorously). Yet Simpson himself admits being diplomatic with Serb extremists, partly to save his own skin. Goose/gander and pot/kettle?
This would be an excellent book to read on a long journey and is a genuinely good read. One will not take away great thoughts or ideals, though. It is a stream of autobiographical anecdote.