Andrei Navrozov has described himself as a political refugee from Russia, a cultural refugee from America, and a gastronomic refugee from Britain. Yet the theme of his new book is altogether less flippant: where in the homogenizing and modernizing Europe would the hardened individualist find a last refuge? The answer to that question takes the reader on an uncompromising, occasionally eccentric but deeply personal and always entertaining travelogue with the author on his first day in Rome to his last night at the Venetian Hotel in Las Vegas, and through a number of Italian cities, with sidelong glances at 70s Moscow, 80s New York, and 90s London. All of which leads him to "home" and the end of his flight from social progress: Palermo. Italy. Accompanying him to each of these destinations is the author's Phiz, the Russian photographer Gusov. His forty-eight arresting images serve to give another dimension to Navrozov's ideas, arguments, and impressions.