Anybody who notices unpleasant facts in the have-a-nice-day world we live in is going to be designated a curmudgeon.

Tourism requires that you see conventional things, and that you see them in a conventional way.

I am working on a book urging the beating to death of baby whales using the dead bodies of baby seals.

Travel at its truest is thus an ironic experience.

What someone doesn't want you to publish is journalism; all else is publicity.

If the guidebook used to be critical, today it seems largely a celebratory adjunct to the publicity operations of hotels, resorts, and even countries.

Americans are the only people in the world known to me whose status anxiety prompts them to advertise their college and university affiliations in the rear window of their automobiles.