Published in 1988
by Alfred A. Knopf, Inc.
Re-Issued in November 2002
by Harper Collins

Note From Michael
I first considered writing a book of travel experiences in the summer of 1981, while I was sitting, thoroughly bored, on a beach in the Seychelles, waiting for a flight to Dar-es-Salaam, Tanzania. But I did not actually get around to working on it until 1986.

When I start a new book, I never know how it will go. Some books flow rather easily, and seem to happen naturally, almost effortlessly. I just show up at the word processor and the pages come out. Other books are a constant struggle, and each day feels like a battle, each sentence and paragraph hard won. These difficult books usually require extensive revision, and sometimes must be entirely rewritten three or four times.

This difficulty of writing seems unrelated to anything I can identify: my own preparation, my life at the time, the complexity of the planned book, and so on. Some books are easy, some are not. All I can do is begin one, and see how it goes.

Because I had never written an autobiographical book before, I regarded "Travels" with some trepidation. In truth I had been postponing it for some time; one of my New Year's resolutions for 1986 was to get started on it, and I began the book on January 5 of that year, before I lost my nerve.

I soon realized this writing experience would be like no other I'd ever had. Ordinarily I work in brief, intense bursts, completing a manuscript draft in four to eight weeks, then setting it aside for many months, before doing another intense revision. After several such revisions, the book is either ready for publication, or so clearly flawed that I abandon it forever. But "Travels" followed a different pattern entirely. The first draft took six months, longer than any I had written before. The work advanced slowly but steadily, and I found it unusually rewarding. I finished each chapter with a sense of relief and even elation, as if I had been freed from some burden I did not know I was carrying. I felt invigorated, and emboldened to attempt more difficult episodes. So as I went along, "Travels" became more explicit and more personal than I had first imagined it would be.

Now, one of the odd problems of writing is that you cannot trust your subjective sensations about how the work is going while you are doing it. Of course, you have feelings about the work, but those feelings are constantly shifting: I am often wildly delighted and deeply discouraged in the space of a single day. In any case, over the years I have learned that nearly all the strong feelings I have at the time of writing are likely to be wrong. Because the sections that I like bestÑthe sections that make me laugh as I write them, those paragraphs that make me pat myself on the back as I read them overÑare the sections that seem cute and excessive a few months later, when I cut them, wondering why I ever thought they were any good. And conversely, the passages I dislike at the time I write them, the paragraphs that seem clunky or obscure, often look just fine at a later date.

So the elation I felt while writing "Travels" caused me to be suspicious about my first draft during the spring of 1986. I was pleased when, in early 1987, I picked up the manuscript to begin revisions and found I still liked most of it. There were many chapters I disliked (they are gone now); many others that I found unclear (they are, I trust, clearer now); and many that I found too long (they are shorter.) One chapter was removed for legal reasons, and many names were changed for legal reasons. But through all the changes and the subsequent drafts, I found I still liked this book. I hope you do, too.

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