This was a wierd kind of book. It didn't feel like a Mowat book at all; if someone told me it was Gerald Durrel, I would have believed them, based on the style of writing. Furthermore, it was also strangely unlike Mowat in being unremittingly gushy. Mowat does not merely gush about the peoples or cultures he encounters, but about the politics too. The whole book seems to consist of anecdotes, all that conclude with an implied, "...and that is why Russia is better than North America". I would expect nuance from Farley. What is really wierd is how he laughs off every anecdote of sexual harassment or sexual assault (even against his wife) as an hilarious quirk of Russian masculinity. He also seems to romanticize the rife alcoholism, as if it demonstrates a joi de vivre lacking in North American culture. Finally, he seems evangelical about communism, highlighting cases he comes across that seem to be success stories, and making excuses for examples where the ideology failed - "but they didn't implement communism properly". It's very interesting to be reading this all these years later. I wonder what Mowat would think of his book today.