One of the bloggers on the New Criterion magazine became so depressed by the New York weather he looked for books describing adventures in warmer climes:
With that in mind, I’ve been reading Evelyn Waugh’s riotous A Tourist in Africa, which details a late-1950s jaunt down and around the African continent. On the first page, Waugh “declare[s] smugly that I am at the time of my life when I have to winter abroad, but in truth I reached that age thirty years ago.” As a man of similar age to the young-fogey Waugh, I can’t help but agree.
Thanks to David Lull for this reference to what must be one of Waugh’s least read and seldom cited works.