by Elizabeth Gilbert
Every once in a long while, a book comes along that fills the soul’s myriad hungers for vicarious hedonism, heaven and healing. This would be that book.
Gilbert has managed to craft a memoir that is witty and wise, sexy and soulful, not to mention extremely engaging and entertaining. She recounts her journey post-divorce – an experience she likens to “having a really bad car accident every single day for about two years;” post break-up from her rebound lover, and post-depression; from that place of disconnect and discontent, to the sacred self or I, as alphabetical mapping would have it.
In fact, she ends up heading to not to one singular I but to three Is:
While her story does read with a measure of surreality, complete with a fairy tale happy ending, she unabashedly hangs her hat on the one truth that shines like a beacon throughout the pages. “I was the administrator of my own rescue,” she asserts, a truth the reader becomes witness to some three hundred pages along the road with her.
She fashions her book into the three country sections for a total of 108 chronicles or tales (plus one to spare), along the lines of a japa mala or string of prayer beads. This methodology is apropos for her journey because threaded into each quirky chronicle of this pilgrimess’ tale is a glimmer of grace and and a bead of divinity.
What is notable and curious to this particular tourism marketer, is that despite the fact Gilbert took a year off to explore these disparate nations, her travels are anything but touristy. She shockingly admits to visiting just one museum while in
Instead, she ascribes to the when in
What else remains to be said of the book except simply this: read it. Find a good cozy corner in the sun, or tuck yourself 'neath a nice lamp on your chaise lounge with a fuzzy chenille blanket and ensconce yourself in her journey. But do so before the movie version (Brad Pitt production starring Julia Roberts) comes out. Trust me. And if you're going to order your book online at Amazon...ahem, look and click no further than my sidebar. I've got my own sacred travel plans too, ya know.