Together the way, he flexes a whole new Age masculinity that distinguishes him from most present-day writers operating the travelandadventure beat. Redmond O'Hanlon is more intensive, scholarly and politically incorrect, Monthly bill Bryson is funnier, Paul Theroux is more irritable and P.J. O'Rourke (a fellow Rolling Stone alumnus) is more sophomoric and aggravating. Cahill isn't any grandstanding, hairychested American adventurer in the mould of Jack Wheeler, as soon as so aptly described by author Alex Listened to as "a stereotypical superguy who roams the earth on the clanging rhythm of his own metal gonads."