I finished up The Long Walk yesterday and while I did find it a fun, fast, and enjoyable read, I was not really overwhelmed. This story itself is amazing and, if it is true, it is a remarkable feat for human. As the story continued after adding another member to the party, the escapees, or I would say adventurers now, continued heading south through Mongolia, the Gobi desert, into Tibet, and through the Himalayan Mountains, tragedy did befall the party but he book never pulled at my emotions like other books have. I really believe this a result of the prose style used by the other and the fact that the book was composed in the 1950s. The prose is very direct, lots of short sentences, and the descriptions are not vivid. Emotionally, I understand what these men and woman are going through, but I do not feel attached to them – I feel as if I am reading a newspaper account rather than a recounting of an epic human adventure.
One of the most fascinating parts of their journey for me was the hospitality of the Mongolians and the people of Tibet. Not used to seeing many foreigners, they were extremely hospitable this wandering band of ragged travelers and genuinely shared what little resources and treasures they had with these wandering Europeans. I am curious to know whether the people of this region are still as genuine and selfless as they were in the 1940s or if adventure tourism and commercialism have made them as greedy and selfish as the rest of us.
Overall, The Long Walk is a good entertaining weekend read and a must for anyone like me who enjoys reading about the adventure of others. It was enjoyable, fun, and fast, but, as I mentioned above, I never felt emotionally attached to the men of the party. I blame this on the fact that the ghost writer for Rawicz was a newspaper man and wrote this amazing tale like a newspaper article.