I read this on my way to London and my trip to London broke me, broke me in all the ways a man can be broken, yes, broken into a thousand little man-pieces that crunched underfoot when people walked on them, which people did even though they were me and I was saying this is me, please don't walk on m- crunch. So I really don't want to review it, even though I liked it a lot. It's one long shaggy dog story about the quest for the kingdom of Prester John and it's also about world-building and myth-making and story-telling and lies within lies within lies concealing each other and filling up the unknown spaces on the map and in the mind and in the past.