In the global village that our world has become, travel & technology fuel each other & us. ” Everywhere is made up of everywhere else, ” motion is our most constant state of being, our very souls have been put into circulation. Yet, as Pico Iyer points out in his fresh, acutely observant, & witty new book, even a global person must have a home. Using his own multicultural upbringing (Indian, American, British) as a point of departure, Iyer sets out on a journey
- both physical & psychological
- toward a definition of home in this world gone mobile. He travels: to Los Angeles International Airport, where town life (shops, services, sociability) is available without a town; to Hong Kong, where hotels are self-contained communities; to Toronto, made cosmopolitan by its emigre population; to Atlanta, where the Olympic Village unintentionally commemorates the mass-produced universalism that shapes the games; to Engl&, where the effects of empire-as-global-village are still being sorted out; &, to Japan, where Iyer unexpectedly, & finally, finds a home for himself.