Book Review | Too Much Solipsism Spoils the Memoir
Another memory by the author Eat, pray, loveThis time it was arranged in the USA. Now in his second marriage, Elizabeth lives with a hairdresser Rayya, a former drug addict, like a fire house. And what describes himself as “former Junkie, Old-Felon, Post Punk, Glamour-Buch Dyke ..
They’ve been friends for years and then Besttiies. Elizabeth is in love with Rayya and is a fun, solid and absolutely platonic friendship until you call the ways to get closer to her husband while she is loyal to her husband. Rayya, until you learn that there is a terminal cancer and given six months to live, to give a book agreement to Rayya a book agreement, rentless accommodation and so on.
Elizabeth completely loses. He leaves his husband, declares his love for Rayya and acts with him. The platonic part of the relationship is now over, and in Elizabeth Rayya, love, money and harsh medicines – a large number of medicines because Rayya claims that the best prescription cannabis does not cut it and still die soon.
However, Rayya lives far beyond its deadline and becomes suspicious and weird – “a poisonous dependent”. Elizabeth at the end of his bond and wants to kill him: “Rayya did not want to die. But I wanted him to die.” A reckoning in which Rayya tells Elizabeth extremely hurting things and Elizabeth comes out.
This discovers that Elizabeth, followed by friends’ advice, starts to join random addiction recovery centers and is also dependent on a Rayya: A addict of sex and love. The healing rooms are his new ashrams and admits, “I have suffered like all addicts – and I have been the cause of suffering in others,” he confesses.
When Sobrietyety Chips began to win for his addiction, Elizabeth is treated for the first world problems: a financial therapist to get “money sober” and “rescue detox”. If you “Well, what?” He adds usefully, “I mean, I should try to save anyone else’s life.”
It would be nice if this moment was only related to his relationship with Rayya, a very colorful character. Gilbert’s best known to him in a usual annoying way and excessive filling with the spiritual class makes shame-reading boring, and often you can die of boredom if you don’t breathe for the air. On the Flip side, who knows, addicts can help their families/friends understand and cope. In particular, this recommendation: “But now let me say the only thing I don’t think is said to have been said strong enough or enough: It’s okay to leave them. “
Up to the river
By Elizabeth Gilbert
Bloomsbury Publishing
380; RS 699
