An amusing shoop.
Tarrant's missive is weirdly ironic, an argument in favor of immigration control that might provoke a reinterpretation in light of his acts. An "Australians go home!" backlash movement maybe?
His writing style speaks of a lack of maturity though not lacking in some self reflection. While remaining hopeful of an extensive global impact, he all but acknowledges his likely fate as a Charles Manson phenomenon: lingering, yet to be largely forgotten. Admitting to being a waste of time for a higher educational setting is nice, but the same could be said of his attempt at a grand tour with the world as his school. Having gained some appreciation of other lands and peoples is worthy of praise, yet he appears to have remained disconnected from them. He is content to substitute an eclectic grab bag of superficial obsessions with foreign events for understanding.
In short, he's no William T. Vollmann.
No need to skim the entire. If one can track down a copy (it should be everywhere by now) the gist of the whole can be had with just the first half. Weighing in at 74 pages (of mostly empty space) that first half makes for a five to ten minute read.
