Brenan is one of the great Anglophone writers on Spain, and this is a good little travel book, outlining his thoughts on post-Civil War Francoist Spain, when he returned in 1949 after a decade of exile (he had left his home in Andalucía once the war broke out). The work starts in the capital (where I was when I started reading the book), and he works his way down to Andalucía, Extremadura, La Mancha and back to Madrid.
The most interesting parts were when he talks to people in the south about how things are going, some 10 years after the end of the horrendous Guerra Civil. He himself was a Republican sympathiser, albeit a sceptical one (given the anti-clerical violence unleashed), and he tends to find himself talking to many former supporters of the Nationalist side on his travels, who mostly seem to feel betrayed by the Francoist state, which is wholly corrupt and which has done nothing for working people (as the 'Movement' had promised) and has simply reinforced the power of the landed rich, the Church and the state (often in the form of corrupt officials, from the Falangist right). The poverty recorded here is also noteworthy, with many people literally starving and dressed in rags - this just 60-odd years ago in a Western European country. The reasons for this were several - a drought, compounded by corruption and typical inefficiency, and the inability of the Franco regime to get foreign loans to modernise (owing to Franco's, admittedly half-hearted, support of Hitler in WWII).
On one occasion, he sets out to find the grave of the great writer Lorca, who was shot dead in Granada (here, it suggests, simply because there was a false rumour planted that the 'Reds' had killed Jacinto Benavente, a rightist playwright). This leads him into the bureaucracy of the Spanish 'holocaust', in which thousands of people were executed summarily and their bones buried in mass graves - of Lorca, however, he could find no official trace, though many hints were dropped to him of where the bones might be. This was a fairly brave act in 1949, given that Lorca's work was still banned in Spain and he attracts some attention as a result.
Generally, the book mixes this type of journalistic reportage with more travelogue-style impressions of Spanish life, literature, art and architecture (he was self-taught in all these, after moving to Spain in the post-WWI era) and this is all quite enjoyable, although the dated style can grate at times. Like most Hispanophiles, he is often awed by the Spanish 'don' for life, leisure and conversation, while also frustrated by the capacity for violent fanaticism that led to the Carlist Wars and then the Civil Wars, and their incredible death spirals. Worth reading.