Indeed, he would have found it difficult to tell, among the many places he had lived, precisely where it was he had felt most at home. Whereas the tourist generally hurries back home at the end of a few weeks or months, the traveler, belonging no more to one place than to the next, moves slowly, over periods of years, from one part of the earth to another. The difference is partly one of time, he would explain. “He did not think of himself as a tourist he was a traveler. Bowles is very caught up with the difference between a tourist and a traveller, he spent his later life living in North Africa: Kit and Port Moresby are the centre of the book, a married couple travelling their friend Tunner is with them for part of the journey. It is essentially about three Americans wandering around North Africa and the Sahara just after the war. I think I was supposed to like this: I didn’t. “A novel of alienation and existential despair” written just after the Second World War.
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