Why I Don't Read Guide Books*

By novoarte  |  Location: United States  |  12/14/07

This week, as I sat in a hospital waiting room while a friend had surgery, I got caught up on some long overdue, totally banal magazine reading. I fantasized about crafty projects that look great but for which I have neither the skills nor the penchant to do myself. I flipped through People, and US Weekly, and OK!, and wondered for the umpteenth time why people buy and become engrossed in those magazines. I learned what's hot and realized (again) that I'm not. And I read list after list of the next "IT" places around the world, with Miami elbowing a place on more than one must-see roster. "Calle Ocho is more polished than ever!" gushed one writer, and I wondered whether I needed an eye exam because we were just on Calle Ocho last month and it looked to me like it could use a good polish. In fact, after navigating south on the one-way Calle Ocho for more than 30 minutes, we finally gave in and ate at one run down restaurant that served nothing it advertised on the menu. The next day we grabbed lunch at a cafe where the waitress had no qualms telling us the croquetas were Goya-brand frozen confections heated up in some bubbling used oil by a tank-topped fry cook who seemed to be more adept at transacting deals--given the number of people coming off the street and into the kitchen--than flipping crisp croquetas onto greasy plates. Miami's art scene may draw crowds from all over the world, but it also attracts a homeless man who washes his clothes in the fountain in front of the contemporary art museum. I wondered what Miami the writer had seen and why our visions were so different.

Then, I fished a two week old Sunday Times out of my bag and settled into the Travel section. The headline story? "53 Places to Go in 2008." Miami was there, too (in fact, it grabbed two places on the list--one for Mid-Beach, Miami and one for South Beach), nestled amongst far-flung places like Sylt, Germany, "known for its nude beaches, thatched houses, and designer stores"; Hvar, described by the Times as "Croatia's St. Tropez"; and Quito, Ecuador, which the author described as no longer a "whistle stop" in transit but a worthwhile destination due, in no small part, to the fact that the city now boasts (thank God) a new Marriott, which makes it a "glorious new center in the so-called Middle of the World."

Are you sensing a theme here?

I don't read guide books or travel magazines because I believe that the only way you come to know and understand a place is by being there. A year ago, Francisco and I had dinner with some friends who were entertaining a guide book writer. He'd swooped down onto the island for just a few days, brandishing his dubiously earned credentials for free rooms, free meals and drinks, and free entertainment. He seemed to have built his itinerary around the recommendations of some well-heeled hosts who were showing him a very particular Puerto Rico, and he preferred to pursue that agenda rather than do some important fact-checking for the places he'd been assigned to write about. He mentioned he'd be writing about the rain forest based on what he remembered from an earlier visit "a few years back" rather than take the time to see what might have changed since his last trip. He "just didn't have time" to make it over to the "other side" of the island, as he was pushing his deadline and had, he confessed, been procrastinating due to other travels. We had an argument about what he referred to as Puerto Rico's "culinary scene," which he judged to be one of the most exciting in the world. "Where have you been eating?" I practically spat at him, "and what do you eat at home?" The standards against which he was judging his experiences were rather suspect in my mind, and I told him so as I made a mental note never to buy his book.

I'm not saying that guide books and travel magazines don't have some useful information, because they do (they also have a lot of misinformation--Insight Guides for Puerto Rico being one error-filled tome). But the real reason I don't read guide books or travel magazines with any regularity is because I don't want to be convinced about the fabulousness of a place. I want to discover that--and all its blemishes and struggles, too-- on my own. And I definitely don't want to be sold a bill of goods about how some first world hotel or some $5000 tour package--neither of which I can afford anyway-- has made a place inherently more travel-worthy, especially when it's probably done so at the expense of locals.

Don't get me wrong; I love travel writing. I read stories and travelogues and memoirs and those, I think, are more accurate, more real, and more thoughtful than anything an itinerary bound writer can crank out in a brief visit. Besides, reading about a place never prepares you for it. It's a whole other experience once you're there.

*with an exception for Tim and David, who I know are going to write amazing guides!

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