Isherwood has conveyed the crowded effervescence of being there, he has persuaded on, that on such a trip, this is exactly what the normal, nonplussed traveler would have seen and heard on a journey that was undramatic and unromantic, but was heady, disturbing. . . . The Condor and the Cows is not the Isherwood we have known, it is a larger, cinematic version, but the smaller, agile, eel-quick figure is there inside, and the two have made them an irresistible feature.