During a winter visit to Helsinki, a writer and inveterate traveller reflects on his recent journeys through the Far East and muses on the nature of travel itself. As his memories take him from country to country, his awareness deepens of both the unsettling rootlessness that lies behind his wanderlust, and the hurt and pain in the lives of most of the individuals he encounters along the way.Meanwhile, in the background, the Finnish winter gives way to Malaysia’s sweltering heat, fading quietly into a crisp late autumn in Hong Kong, followed by Korea’s biting winds and the grey rains of Shanghai, until snow in Tokyo takes the narrator back to winter and Helsinki. Here, in a final chapter set in an imaginary museum devoted to his journeys, he finally confronts everything his ceaseless travelling has been designed to help him evade.Wild Roads is at once a moody travelogue with a striking blend of detachment and cold lyricism, and a highly structured narrative that focuses on the ceaseless drifting of its central figure. It is an attempt to understand why we travel, what we are, and how our lives can come to seem like a collection of strange exhibits in yet another museum we have wandered into on a dull afternoon in a foreign city.
