For a while, I couldn’t escape Robinson Crusoe: everything I watched (‘Lost’, anyone?), everything I read, there he was. So, I decided to read the book. It was a let-down. It was boring, full of loopholes and inconsistencies, and of dubious message. If you want a desert island story with more soul-searching and less colony-building, read one of Michel Tournier’s reworkings of this story: ‘Friday’ (‘Vendredi, ou les limbes du pacifique’) or, for younger readers, ‘Friday and Robinson’ (‘Vendredi, ou la vie sauvage’).