Michael T. Luongo

The most poorly edited book I have ever read.

This book is a series of essays written by gay men about their experiences traveling in Muslim countries. It was interesting to read about gay culture (or lack thereof) in Muslim countries. I was surprised with how personal and open most of the essays were. Overall, I learned a lot.

Travel writing, erotic or no, should leave the reader feeling as though he has been enriched in some way, as though he has discovered new physical and psychological ground. Some of the stories in this book do that. Others, however, are exercises in egocentrism that merely use a foreign destination as a backdrop (and push the limits of credibility).