Every now an then, one encounters travel books that try to be more than just a mere account of the author's journeys through lands that the casual reader is unlikely to have visited for himself. Sometimes, these books have a distinct purpose, most commonly following the route taken by a long-dead explorer. Tim Butcher's 'Blood River' is such a book.
So too is this one. Tom Fremantle has managed to pull off the trick of combining a potted biography of a suitably eccentric and long-dead explorer - Mungo Park in this instance - with a very good account of a journey through West Africa from the Gambia to the Niger estuary via Timbuktu by any means possible - particularly with the aid of a mule, an animal for which Fremantle displays a particular fondness. A warts-and-all travelogue - a decent African travelogue cannot be anything but - is combined well with perceptive insight into a man whom history has largely forgotten.
It is possible to mess up such an approach completely, but Fremantle does a very good job here. I must confess that I had never heard of him before picking up this book, and having read it I would be very keen to read more of his books.