It tells of a year in which he pursued the goal: "Go everywhere, eat everything." Often more about his travels than the food, it is very entertaining and frequently funny. For example, here is a description of riding in a car in China, a trip frightening enough that he decided it was better to keep his eyes closed:
No sooner had I retreated into my little haven of security than I was dragged back from it by the sounds of singing. I use the term very loosely here. What came out of the driver's mouth was like the unutterable scream from a character in Dante's Divine Comedy and, as the driving got more dangerous, the caterwauling got louder. I am not sure if it was my own delirium by this point, but the wailing began to take on familiar sounds and, I am pretty sure that by the time we arrived in Yangshuo, I had endured much of the canon of Messrs. Gilbert and Sullivan, together with a strained rendition of "The Candy Man" from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.
My driver had one more surprise for me. Before we arrived at our final destination, he needed to take a leak. So, did he pull over to a safe spot and find a bush? No. He stopped in the middle of the road. When I say stopped, I mean he slammed on the brakes. Only the welcome presence of Big Red (Simon's luggage) stopped me from plunging through the windshield. He then got out of the car, which was now parked in the middle of the road with trucks whizzing by either side, and began to pee against the front wheel. As he stood there, hands on hips and trousers open to the world, he gave me a wide grin and a big thumbs-up.
Oh, goodie, we'd bonded.
Despite such entertaining passages, it took me three months to finish the book, because reading about endless traveling and eating is grueling. Not as exhausting as Majumdar's actual trip, of course, but I got tired and slightly nauseated just reading about it all. Even when I go on a trip for a week, I grow tired of eating out. A year of traveling, seeking out food, overeating and over-drinking--just very tiring. And while I was tired reading Eat My Globe, Majumdar was absolutely shattered by the end of the trip. It is an interesting memoir, as much a personal journey as a physical one. I enjoyed the book, but could only recommend it to people who have been obsessed with food, themselves.