![]() ![]() Bourdain went to see one of those psychiatrists, confessing, “I feel like Quasimodo, the Hunchback of Notre Dame-if he stayed in nice hotel suites with high-thread-count sheets.” Considering his sad end, the words are revealing. Here, everybody does it, and in no way frowns upon it.” That’s an interesting datum, the kind of thing you tuck away for future reference. There’s Frankensteining at work here, with Woolever, who worked with Bourdain for nearly 10 years, surrounding his pithy excerpts with the kind of dryly useful information of a standard guidebook-e.g., “Buenos Aires is well served by bus routes, along with a seven-line underground metro system known as Subte, which links the downtown to the outer reaches of the city.” When Bourdain kicks in, it’s of a different order: “Argentina has the distinction of being home to more head-shrinkers per capita than anywhere else in the world….It’s an extraordinary thing, because in many cultures, to confess that you need to even confide in someone is seen as a sign of weakness. ![]() Posthumous selection of Bourdain’s thoughts on places exotic and well known, blended into a kind of Baedeker for the hipster set. ![]()
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