There is certainly something of Bill Bryson in Moore's style, and this book is reminiscent of Neither Here Nor There. He cracks similar slapstick quips and travels with a liberal dose of self-irony. Frequently, his jokes are brilliantly judged and have you laughing out loud. But unlike Bryson, Moore can make gaffes of taste, and some readers may find the gags about car crash victims and murdered Kosovan families beyond the pale.

This is a very funny book in places, and Moore writes moving passages about Coryate and his ultimately tragic story. Yet, in spite of its undoubted merits, Continental Drifter turns into something of a disappointment. By the end--perhaps because the first 100 pages are so good--it feels as though Moore could have done with a more severe editor. The book is a good 60 pages too long and begins to drag in the second half, when Moore's comic timing diminishes along with his enthusiasm for the journey--and I'm not just saying that because he coins "toby" as a new word for sewage. --Toby Green

The structure creaks audibly in places, and some sections are overly formulaic examples of his sense of humour. That may have struck me more than other readers here as I was reading it out loud to someone else 20 pages a night or so. With Frost we were often reduced to giggling uncontrollably at each other - not with this.

The best bit is Venice IMO.

It'd be nice if he came back to it and gave it a good rewrite one day - if you're reading Tim, do you feel this was too rushed?

Having said that, I'll definitely get whatever else he writes as he's always good value.