Few pieces of writing are this bad
I have never been so disappointed in reading something as by this detailed two-part article about Dave Kunst, considered the first person independently verified to have walked around the Earth. It was such a bitter piece of writing that, rather than inspiring, it simply twisted my bowels the whole time. I was surprised by the issues that the writer had with Dave Kunst.
Nothing mentioned in the two-part account of his journey was anything unusual that should be so fiercely attacked. Rather everything mentioned made him look more human to me than anything else. To decide and then to actually walk around the world, that too in the 1970s, is not a small feat by any measure. He did cross all those countries and did walk the majority of the distance. The writer repeatedly brought up Dave's relationship with his first wife especially how Dave was no longer interested in his marriage and therefore, could not reconcile himself to that old life. I believe the writer probably finds it difficult to accept the diversity of human beings, that they have different perspectives and opinions and goals about their own lives and the world they live in.
The writer criticised his intentions throughout. It is complicated for me, most of the time, to pin down my own intentions correctly, let alone judge someone else's. But this writer had the audacity to criticise his intentions and his opinions about "his own" life and his plans for the future. He criticised Dave's intentions to write a book to get rich. So what? Is writing a book a bad thing? Is aiming to get rich through your "own" book illegal or immoral? He even went to school to get better at writing.
I have never read such a pathetic piece in my life. The second to this is the novel Love in the Time of Cholera