Review From User :
This satire of Eat, Pray, Love is one of the smartest, funniest, totally GENIUS books I've read recently. Nothing hipster-intelligent or pseudo-intelligent or gross-out-but-not-actually-funny (ahem, Tucker Max, ahem) about it - just brilliant writing. It flows smoothly and hilariously and makes me want to hang out with this guy. If you have read EPL, the structural and conceptual parallels will be unmistakable ~ but if you haven't read EPL, it will still be a good read.
Part one, Ireland, had me laughing so hard I was crying. Part two, Vegas, when he meets his guru OMG, PERFECT. Perfect! And Part three, Thailand, tied it all together in a happy ending just like Gilbert's Bali.
This book is, unfortunately, NOT an actual memoir ~ that would have been amazing ~ but it reads like one. And again, the parallels between the two books makes the satire absolutely spot-on.
In Drink, Play, [email protected]#k Bob Sullivan, a jilted husband, sets off to explore the world, experience a meaningful connection with the divine, and rediscover his passion.
His travels lead him from his home in New York City to a drinking bender across Ireland, through the glitz and glamour that is Las Vegas, and to the hedonistic pleasure palaces of Thailand.
After a lifetime of playing it safe, Mr. Sullivan finally follows his heart and lives out everyone’s deepest fantasies. For who among us hasn’t dreamed of standing stark naked, head upturned, and mouth agape beneath a cascading torrent of Guinness Stout?
What could be more exhilarating than losing every penny you have because Charlie Weiss went for a meaningless last-second field goal? And what sensate creature could ever doubt that the greatest pleasure known to man can be found in a leaky bamboo shack filled with glassy-eyed, bruised Asian hookers?
Bob Sullivan has a lot to teach us about life. Let’s just pray we have the wisdom to put aside our preconceptions and listen. Because what Bob Sullivan finds isn’t at all what he expected.