Qian Xiong Xiong de Toxo , Greece
patagonia is (or was - this was written in the late 1970s) full of strangeness. on the bottom side of the world it was a refuge for immigrants in the early part of the 20th century much like i imagine america being at the same time. lots of land to farm. there's even a fun series of stories wherein the author tracks down people still living who remember butch cassidy and present their various competing versions of what happened to him. the bits about the extreme south (tierra del fuego punta arenas) were particularly interesting to me. a series of stories about an aborted communist revolution in the 1920s was sad and fascinating. the natives of the region don't get much mention except to point out that like here they don't seem to have done all that well out of colonization. as with all great travel literature though it's more about the author than about the places they went. mr. chatwin was a talented writer with a passion of the out-of-the-ordinary. and a strange ability to get complete strangers to confess their secrets.
It was for a book club, but at least now I know the kind of books that make it to the NYTimes best-selling list. (Bubblegum fic)