Eat Pray Love: book, film, reaction

Eat Pray Love: book, film, reaction August 13, 2010

Last week at The Glen Workshop, writer Lauren Winner referred to the book Eat, Pray, Love as…

“Masticate, Meditate, Masturbate.”

Sounds like the film is faithful to that spirit…

Here’s Steven Greydanus’s review of the movie:

It’s the Oprahfication of religion; the movie is ultimately no more authentically interested in Hindu or Indian culture generally than it is in Italian culture. Liz’s time in India is spiritual tourism, as her time in Italy was culinary tourism; it’s all a self-help consumerist approach to world cultures.

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8 responses to “Eat Pray Love: book, film, reaction”

  1. Jeffrey, I have not read her book but did enjoy this talk that Elizabeth Gilbert gave for Have you seen this before? I would like to hear yours and others’ take on it. It is about 20 minutes long.

    It is about nurturing creativity and while there are some weird things about what she says, I think that there is a lot of wisdom also.

  2. When I told my wife about the concept of this book and movie (I’ve only just read about each), she said she would love to see the reaction of modern culture if a male protagonist was put in place of the Liz character. A male character who leaves his decent wife, then takes a year to find himself in various parts of the world, climaxing in the finding of a brand new wife. It is likely that our culture would rightly accuse the male protagonist of selfishness for the abandonment of his first love. Why, then, does our culture seem to insist that a woman in this sort of adventure is experiencing a glorious self-fulfillment?

  3. I was once in a book club that prescribed this book. I don’t know if any book I’d read before or have read since has filled me with quite as much loathing. The self-complacent arrogant attitude of its author was only the beginning of its many indigestible offerings it proffers for its readers’ consumptions.

  4. I appreciate Mr. Greydanus taking the time to write his review, but I had a very pronounced “Well, duh!” feeling when I read it. A privileged, self-indulgent writer spends a year on her publisher’s dime finding herself, and an even more privileged, even more self-indulgent talk show hostess puffs it to the sky because she knows her audience will gobble up whatever puts them in the center of their own universes. Then yet another privileged, self-indulgent person, this time an actress, shepherds the book into a movie as its star and one of the producers. Ignoring this movie’s existence can begin in 3…2…1…

  5. I read the book a couple years ago, haven’t seen the movie yet. It was cheeky and entertaining, but when she got to Indonesia, I’d had it with her voice. I have my own title revision for it: “Gorge, Pontificate, Lust”