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One Man’s Odyssey into ‘Eat, Pray, Love’

Until I read the negative reviews on Amazon, I thought I was the only woman who didn’t like this book.  I didn’t even finish it, as that was the best way to stop the “yapping”.  Great review.

Stacy, you are not alone. Not for a moment did I find this book soulful or insightful. The only person I empathized with was the ex-husband. Thanks Rolf - a deft summary.

O, c’mon.

I might not ever backpack across Alaska, but I can enjoy reading Into the Wild. Staying in an Ice Hotel might seem like the lamest thing in the world to me, but I will savor every page of Palace of the Snow Queen.

Isn’t the whole point of reading that it can allow you to consider and understand experiences that you might never know in your “real” life?

If millions of women (and men) are reading this book, there’s a reason for it. Speaking from experience, I can say it’s not because it’s PORN.

I read EPL on a trip during which I was contemplating divorce myself. I knew what Gilbert was writing to be very true.

Maybe the haters are, like, happily married?

Don’t be a hater!

I completely agree with the criticism.  Although I found the travel aspect of the book interesting, I found her annoying.  Even more so because she makes a stand for women being able to live without men and without having children in the beginning (a choice made by some) only to ditch that “life choice” the minute a rich man with an accent takes an interest in her.

An excellent review by Potts.  I found the author articulate, skillful, at times quite entertaining, and utterly shallow.  She’s manipulated a host of fantasies for women who don’t have her money or leisure. A food-spiritual-sex tourist is still a tourist, never a traveler.

I am amazed to read a review of a book that I tried to read because so many women urged it on me.  I got stuck twice, then picked it up again after weeks or months, wondering, What am I missing that all of these other people see and rhapsodize about?

The book was shallow and self-indulgent.  At times, I shuddered with embarrassment for a woman who just had to share her tummy-gazing with the world.  Charming?  Articulate?  Not to me.  Vapid and facile are better descriptors.  She wrote that book to sell; it was apparent from the earliest pages.

I never got with her to Bali—I was too mortified as a female to share even my gender with a person who drew such an empty portrait of India.

I heard via bush telegraph that she married a South American dude and is living the American dream.

I just finished reading “How to Talk About Books you Haven’t Read” Pierre Bayard, Raincoast Books, and I think,
“Eat, Pray, Love” is clearly intended to be just what it is; a copy of the kind of book that the reviewer has constructed.

Hi Rolf:

I haven’t read the book “Eat, Pray, Love,” but it sounds a little derivative. What comes to mind, methinks, is “Eat, Drink, Man, Woman.” The cover resembles a Hallmark Card. Or a “secret” bodice-ripping romance.

If I was flat out on my back with a hangover, guzzling soda to replenish my body water content, I suppose I’d idly flip through a book that promises not to push the boundaries too much.

I doubt I have time to read it, though. But it is indeed occasionally nice, only time to time, mind you, to half-read about “emotions” (you know, flowers and candy and stuff) rather than, as you say, “wrestling crocodiles.”

Anyway, I don’t mean to be mean, but my book proposal “Three Months in Gascony” was carefully peeled from the slushpile and slamdunked into the trash barrel--all because of a chance resemblance to “A Year in Provence.” So we’re not sure, yet, if derivative works, without a punchline, sell like hot cakes or not.

And, Rolf, could you e-mail me the address of your literary agent?

I have to admit, the first part of the book was difficult for me to get through, I was like, “ok, got it, you’re depressed.” But as she left Italy I was more intrigued. I totally disagree with what the guy was saying, it’s an interesting and humorous take on the book, but let’s face it, unfortunately we live in a man’s world.  And if we want to go out and be with younger, better looking, foreign men then we deserve it! Men have been doing this for years and now it’s our turn! And really, it’s just about her life, who are we to judge?

Put out a book like this and you’re inviting people to judge. Of course, if all you want is unalloyed admiration that’ll annoy you.

I have no objection to us our own version of porn in the shape of romance bodice-rippers and travel porn. Just gets a bit embarrassing when we then get moralistic about men’s.

The book you describe at the top of your article is a pretty accurate summary of Henry Miller’s entire oeuvre. The difference seems to be that women’s fantasies are travel porn, men’s the status of art. Who cares if you can relate to the book or not? It wasn’t written for you?

I am relieved to find other people who disliked Eat, Pray, Love as much as I did. I thought Gilbert, tiresome, whinging, and a wordy writer to boot.

Some have said the success of this book is a result of mass marketing rather than masses reading it. I think it was a marketing phenomenon first. It was hard to find when a literary agent recommended it to me last June. Then, a few months later, the book was everywhere! The public loves reading whatever everyone else is reading, whether or not it is good.

I could not finish it--too shallow for my taste.

Well, good. When I read EPL, I thought I was the only woman in the world who didn’t like it. And I think it is worth considering how readers would feel if the same point of view came from a man.

Blah—the title alone is enough to make me retch. (the review was super-fun, though). What ever happened to witty women of substance?  Let’s everyone pick up some Jane Austen.

It seems this book succeeds in
coming alongside many women who have had
relationship issues in which perhaps they do not yet know themselves, point the blame to the other and push the esacpe button. It is hard to look in the mirror at yourself, it is easier in the short run to run, i wonder about the long run success of the short term commitments that proliferate today.
Do self absorbed women ever acquire emotional maturity and intelligence, do they ever get to know a deeper true self?
If mothers still allow daughters to play with barbie dolls we will always have books like this one which demean the very words woman and love.

Hi Yet Again:

While I was trying to find E. Gilbert’s “Eat, Pray, Love” online, I suddenly wondered if she might in fact be related to Melissa Gilbert from “Little House on the Prairie.”

Emboldened, I tried to Ask-Jeeves a review. As I foodled around the book-swapping cognocyberi, I came across some fat f--- from Alabama on Amazon, with exactly my same name, who fancied himself a book reviewer.

I’ve never met the so-called Alabaman John M. Edwards, but I exploded with rage that some tripped out doppelganger might be pretending to be me at local oyster festivals. I hope this is not some ingenious ploy to blatantly practice ID theft, with a hack and a wheeze.

What a brilliant review of a book.  This book left me wondering why it had been coined in the media as a “self-help book” on how to find yourself. Although I loved your parody of the male version,I found an emptiness in the original female version as written. As a Mother to four boys who thinks being able to travel alone to Target is a luxury, I often wondered if Liz could “find herself” if she were thrown into the real world where most of us live everyday.  And yes, I think I could find myself if I were given an expense account to eat all I want in Italy, Pray in India and Love in Bali.

I enjoyed Rolf’s critical take, though ‘porn’ strikes me as a fairly loaded word to use in this context. Self-indulgence certainly suffuses EPL. Perhaps if the book had been ruthlessly edited, so that we didn’t have to hear quite so frequently about the desperately difficult, sad, heart-wrenching breakup (I mean really, we got the picture by the third agonized description of the marriage’s failure); perhaps if the author wasn’t quite so invested in detailing every little thought and peeve of the self/ego as she attempted to navigate the challenges of the ashram; perhaps if we could have been spared the blow-by-blow of events in Bali (because by then my interest was flagging, and I desperately sought the epiphany, the final insight, the thrust of it all),—I might have come away with a better feeling about the book. To me it was an exercise in spirituality lite. Editing could have saved it, but too often, the publishing world is entirely willing to indulge these sorts of me-me-me accounts. Being caught up in first person ruminating is the domain of diaries and journals, but can become insufferable for a reading audience when in the hands of an author this self-involved. My prescription: Eat Less Pasta, Pray With More Selflessness, Love More Intelligently.

Sounds like sour grapes to me, pal. Bet you wish your book was a seemingly unstoppable bestseller.
Women’s travel porn for everyone! Yay!

Yes, there does seem to be some double-standard in how women (and men for that matter) react to this book--because yes, if the gender were reversed the protagonist would surely be called misogynistic or chauvinistic or simply a sex-craved jerk.  In that case, the narrator wouldn’t be much different than one of Hemingway’s or Kerouac’s.  And I don’t think their work should be discredited (or is) for presenting a certain mentality or hunger for adventure, just as Gilbert’s work shouldn’t be discredited for presenting the realities of her emotional life. 

As for the adventure porn--while Hemingway might paint a vivid picture of Spanish bullfighting, and Kerouac shows the madness of the American night, Gilbert takes another angle and writes about travel in a way that exposes more than the sheer adrenaline of it--she offers a self-effacing glimpse into her own personal conflict, doubt and fear--which is often lacking from more masculine-driven “adventure porn.” I like to think that her version of porn includes a real plot, real dialogue, and characters with true, conflicted, albeit sometimes shallow, emotion.  And for some of us (men and women alike), we prefer a little bit of heart in our adventure.

I have read these comments for a week or two, and this last one I simply do not understand.  The different views on this book are not a gender thing—women and men both see the shallowness of this self-centered “adventure” travelogue.  The book is not about Italy or India or Bali.  It is about the author.  That is not true of Hemingway who projects himself through a character’s personna (that could indeed be himself but is not blatantly so,) which gives the reader some distance.  I can’t relate this book to Kerouac; I read On the Road so many decades ago that its possible self-indulgence is lost to my memory.

if it’s adventure porn, and sexist adventure porn at that, i’ll take another helping.

Rolf, so sorry to hear that you’re bitter about a book someone wrote, and sold successfully.

seriously?

I found Eat, Pray, Love annoying but I was in India and judging by the number of Western women there I saw clutching it (roughly all of them)I felt I had no choice but to read it. And yes, I wanted Gilbert to stop nattering at me.
The changed genders scenario is compelling but it’s not like we haven’t seen that sort of thing in a large canon of, for example, novels by men about men (often academics) seeking respite from the tedium of midlife with young women.
And I just watched Manhattan again recently, widely considered Woody Allen’s masterpiece. While there is of course much to adore in the movie, I was distracted by the bizarre casual attitude towards Woody’s relationship with Tracy/Mariel Hemingway. He was even supposed to look noble for breaking it off from her ...
We’re just not used to seeing women behaving badly in the ways men do so it’s startling.

Wasn’t this book recently outed as fiction, one of growing number of supposedly non-fictions?

I don’t think so, or Oprah would have to fall on her own sword.

Am most amused by the people here who’ve missed the point. It’s presented as a memoir—that is, non-fiction—yet is a wildly unlikely tale that seems entirely constructed in order to please its target audience. And yes, this clearly does matter; both the book’s sales and its perceived importance would have suffered if were promoted only as what it is—a high-tone beach book, and an escapist fantasy for people who think themselves spiritual.

I read the book because it was highly praised by someone who I respected. Unfortunately, I hated the book and really don’t feel like finishing it. She may as well have had her experiences in Paramas, NJ (all due respect to Paramus). I found Ms. Gilbert’s writing style smug, and self-congratulatory. Her insights seemed rather shallow to me. I handed it to my husband to read since I just wasn’t getting the appeal of the book. He couldn’t read it either. So, does her best-sellerdom reflect the numbers of people reading the book or the way the NY Times collects its data?

Loved Rolf Potts’ male version of the book.

So, Rolf, when does your version of the book come out?

THANK YOU. I hated this story, this woman did not have my sympathy. She had to decide between eating veal in venice or a ashram in India. Poor thing! If she only had a clue of what some choices women really have. Just because Oprah extolled the virtues of this book, it didn’t mean I had to like it. I HAD to read it for my book club and I felt my money and time was wasted, there are so many other GOOD stories out there.

I just finished and enjoyed the book. Reading the other side of the story (negative) also balances thoughts. I did like the book. Either you are like that or not, either a soul searcher or not one(possibly more of a realist.)
There is always 2 sides to every story/book. Until I read a blog I would not have felt any wway negative to the book. Perhaps meditation and less dialogue is better.
Jennifer

I’d suggest the men (and women) who are turned off by “Eat, Pray, Love” to give Kira Salak’s “Four Corners” a try. Sure, Salak goes through the same inner journey of ‘why am i doing this?’ and ‘i’m a woman and about to be raped--why am i doing this!” while she transits Papua New Guinea, but does it with a stronger voice, better writing and does it all with very limited funds.

Personally I’m tired of writers with fat bank accounts literally floating themselves around the world in micro-bubbles (which, judging from Potts’ tone, so is he). These travelers’ frustrations turn into “should I wear orange or blue in Bali?” rather than “should i walk the 3 miles or splurge on the dollar ride in the back of a pickup truck?”

I think the real issue here is the age-old divide between “tourist” and “traveler”? that, and the quality of the writing.

Being an older man who has seen a lot of life, I found the book entertaining, sometimes witty, and more honest than most people in this commentary area.  What struck me about the book was that it was a vivid portrait of a woman suffering through the Post-Feminist Era in America.  I think our times today are difficult to navigate for women and for men.  Ms Gilbert must find her own way, no tradition or Christian guidance will suffice for her.  But she really doesn’t have what that takes, and after destroying those around her, she finally seeks refuge in New Age non-sense.  This is not a story of self-discovery but a story of an unsuccessful attempt to deal with a world which has changed the rules.  At least she tried.

I"m only in the middle of reading this book, and my feelings about this book are… ambivalent.  Sometimes I relate so well and I have the same rushes of emotions that the author consistently talks about.  Other times I want to throw the book down in disgust that someone could talk about herself so much, could bring up with person she is in love with SO MUCH.  As if I care.  But after reading this review of the book, I know how I feel.  As a woman in such a fast paced world, in a culture that preaches “freedom!  freedom!” but has SO many expectations of me, so many roles I’m expected to play- student, worker, wife (eventually), mother (eventually), friend, babysitter, housecleaner… the list continues a little longer… but, so many roles.  So many of these tacit expectations, that more than anything, it’s overwhelming.  I"m only 22 and sometimes I feel like I’m going through a midlife crisis 20 years early.  But this isn’t about just me.  This book offers another outlet and another solution for other women, perhaps experiencing the same type of heartache or hopelessness, or confusion, or all three.  It’s not easy for all women to take themselves to the gym or get their butts off of the couch to run and use exercise as their path to healing.  Some, or none, have contemplated, seriously considered, or in fact medicated themselves with anti-depressants, not getting the results they wanted.  So many reasons why women would turn to this book as a source of hope and help and comfort.  The author brings up a very good point at the beginning of the book, about learning from others.  Yogis and Gurus are teachers of their practice.  They are experienced and more knowledgeable than a new, incoming student, and therefore can teach what they know.  This is exactly what the author is doing.  She is sharing her experience, she is being honest, and funny, and sharing thoughts and feelings that many- men, women, children, the elderly- may never feel comfortable enough to share in their lives.  But for someone else to do so, someone else’s honesty and experiences, sharing what they have learned, how they healed… well, it may just be what it takes to get someone off their butt, stop the tears, and shine a little light of hope, as dim or bright as it may be.  Doesn’t matter.  It’s a start.  There is no reason to be angry or hostile towards this book or its author.  If it helps just one person, isn’t that what matters?  Isn’t that what this book was written for?

well obviously this book isnt for you. i, on the the other hand, enjoyed it. it was insightful on spiritual practices. and i related to the gilbert’s unconventionality and love to travel.

as for double standards, youre right. there is a double standard in the memoir. a woman can do the things in the book and it’s all cute and fun, whereas a guy would not look the same. but then again there are double standards for all sexes, races, orientations, and whatever else… so dont take it personally.

I actually ended up reading this book as well - never thought I would read a book like this in a million years! It wasn’t as good as I had anticipated, but it had some redeeming moments.  More than anything I think the book is decent since it tells us to take a step back from ourselves and fix whatever is wrong with us internally.  I reviewed it on my blog in case anyone is interested.

http://lovelifeandthelawofattraction.blogspot.com/

This review was so funny and so true.

It highlights how truly bad this book really is. For the life of me, I don’t understand what women see in this book… and I am woman who’s been through depression, divorce and spiritual exploration.

For me, it was the self pity and the loathesome EATING in Italy that really make this book awful. Not only is it appalling travel porn, even moreso, it’s very crass spiritual porn.

i just finished reading this book and really enjoyed every chapter. not all books will have the same reaction from everyone, because not everyone is hoping to gain the same thing from it. this book had its very insightful moments and it also was a story. i would not enjoy this book if it were purely based on spiritual notes throughout the entire book. it is more enjoyable to read a story and find the hidden spirtual content the book has that effects you personally on your own. not when it’s soley fixated on throwing out spiritual lines. besides, this was about HER journey. i don’t think she was trying to put out that it was purely based on ‘spritualness’-alone.

Ho hum.

Rolf,

First of all, you are hot.  I’m travelling to Italy in May, would love to hook up.

Second, I think you are completely right about the book.  Ok, I havent read the book and I’m not really interested, it does seem like sappy Oprah bullshit that American women for some reason seem to eat up. I dont get the women in this country.  They like to whine alot and cry and give “girlfriend hugs” and it all makes me embarrased to be a woman, really.
Yes, I have been guilty as a woman of of overindulging in my emotions but at some point I even get sick of the, what I like to call, talky talky.  Too much talky talky.
These women who watch Oprah and read this ridiuclous bboks need to simply wake up and realize men aren’t living up to their expectaiotns becasue the women themselves are boring and expect every one to entertain and please them.
Props to you for reversing the sexism.
Its not the 1950’s - time to take personal responsibilty and quit whining.
Never complain, never explain.

:)
Cristine

I believe that this title is great! This is what a man should do to have a wonderful life and without any stress. Congratulations to the writer.

I think the book is worth reading. At least it gives some kind of relaxation unlike many others of this type…

To John Z:
Eat Pray Love deserves to be read but only once. I agree that book doesn’t have anything special, but all the same, people can learn something about man’s character.

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