The opening lines of Coleridge's poem serves as the title of noted author William Dalrymple's literary debut. This book is a travelogue by genre, but a very unusual one at that. It chronicles the authors journey across the same route that Marco Polo once undertook, from the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem to Kublai Khans palace in Shangdu (popularly known as Xanadu) in Mongolia. As is imaginable, the length and the magnitude of the journey is substantial, it is expected that just a straightforward account of each and every day would be more like a logbook and certainly not qualify as an interesting read.This however is taken care of by William Dalrymple by his masterful control over his prose and his characteristic style of switching the narrative between the past and the present times (also witnessed in his other work, The City of Djinns) seamlessly thereby giving the reader two different perspectives at the same time. What results is an intricate and often a poignant commentary on the places that he happens to pass through interweaving the details of internal conflicts between countries and the corresponding effects on the inhabitants, the views of different strata of people towards foreigners, governments, women and life in general, the present condition of the famed silk route and the prevailing social, religious and cultural practices of different races encountered during the course of his journey. Humorous anecdotes both from the past and present times scattered throughout the book ensures that the tone never gets too serious or preachy and although the prevailing political situations in countries are often discussed, the author ensures that it does not disturb the essence of the book which at heart still remains a travelogue. This one is recommended for people who love armchair travelling and desire something more interesting and intimate than a simple travel guide just listing out places to see. So go ahead and follow the footsteps of Marco Polo with William Dalrymple as your guide...
