Johnson is one of those authors whose novels I've picked up at bookstores and skimmed the jackets of countless times, but never reached the point of actually buying. However, this collection of eleven essays caught my attention and I figured I could dip into it for a brief taste of his writing. For some reason, the edition I have fail to indicate when they were originally written and/or published. This was incredibly irksome, especially in the travel pieces, in which the knowing the year would be very valuable context. In most cases it is easily deduced via the internet, but I can't fathom why the publishers didn't include this information. Beyond that distraction, the essays are almost uniformly well-written, and almost uniformly lacking in any striking insights. They can more or less be divided into three groups: journeys into the self, journeys into American subcultures, and journeys abroad.
The journeys into the self include an account of his honeymoon panning for gold in Alaska, an inauspicious childhood flirtation with the Boy Scouts, and a meandering exploration of his own libertarian streak. The first two are well-told stories which fail to leave any lasting impression, and the last crumbles under the weight of its own overblown language. One stylistic tic that really grates is Johnson's use of the third person in referring to himself within many of the essays. Several times, I was part way through a piece only to realize that the person Johnson was writing about was actually himself -- it really doesn't work.
The journeys into the American subculture are somewhat interesting, as pretty much any reasonably well-written account of a subculture will be. However, in them, Johnson seems to be surprised by things that seem like they should be rather obvious. For example, at a massive Christian biker rally, he seems surprised to find nice Christian bikers! And a huge hippie gathering proves to be eerily well-organized, wow, who'd a thunk those hippies could pull that off? Finally, in the North Carolina countryside where fugitive terrorist bomber Eric Rudolph was thought to hiding out, the locals prove to be rather sympathetic toward him. (The sublime epilogue to this essay is that two years after the book was published, Rudolph became the first FBI Top 10 fugitive arrested while dumpster diving.)
The journeys abroad all take place in the early to mid-1990s, to countries in the midst of civil war (Liberia, Somalia and Afghanistan). These are vividly written examples of the journalist as subject of cosmic/comic misadventure and bearer of witness to horrible things. Johnson writes engagingly about his experiences, but the experiences themselves are no different than those of any foreign correspondent in a war zone. And since some 15+ years have passed since his experiences, one is left thirsty for an update or epilogue for each of these. On the whole, like a lot of essay collections, this is really of primary interest to those who are already fans of Johnson's writing. Others may find interesting tidbits here and there, but it's a pretty standard essay collection.