Eat + Pray + Love = Privilege
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Between Christmas and New Year's I read “Eat, Pray, Love” by Elizabeth Gilbert over the course of two days. At first, the book annoyed the snot out of me. Here was yet another person who “found religion/spirituality” as a way to handle the pains she had suffered in life. Religion had not helped me deal with the pains I had suffered in life. In fact, in many ways religion/spirituality had made my pains worse. But I soon realized I had to stop reading the book as a way to look for answers for my life. The book was Gilbert’s story of what has worked for and happened to her, nothing more and nothing less. Once I took that approach, I was able to read without getting riled up. Much.
It’s interesting that not long after reading Gilbert’s book I read (this week) “Honeymoon with My Brother” by Franz Wisner: another book about people traveling the world in the wake of relationship trauma and in the process of figuring out who they were and what they wanted to do with their lives. How nice to be able to afford that luxury. You need to find yourself? Completely turn your back on your old, painful life and go live somewhere else in the world for a few months at a time while following your whims. I don’t begrudge them their travels; I merely wish I and all of the stressed, overworked, unfulfilled people I know also had the financial backing to be able to do such a thing. We could use a year or two of living by our whims in foreign lands to heal and figure ourselves out, too.
I saw the romance at the end of Gilbert's book coming from a mile away. How typical. This time “Stella” got her groove back with an older, affluent foreigner instead of with a barely legal, poor native.
Both Gilbert’s and Wisner’s books have something in common: privilege. The insights both gained were deep, of course, but the privilege in both people’s tales was so glaring, it tended to overshadow their personal growth. Let’s be real: the average person does not have a book advance (Gilbert) or a $70,000 bonus and hundreds of thousands in savings (Wisner) to propel them on their journeys of healing and self-discovery in foreign lands. The average person must fit in healing and self-discovery in fits and starts while still going to (or trying to change) that soul-numbing job/university, living in that house that reminds them of their ex, and trying to fulfill their obligations. Most of us cannot afford to push all of that aside to solely delve within ourselves for a year or two. More than personal memoirs, through my filters their books are testaments to the options money and privilege give to people who are suffering a personal crisis.
It’s interesting that not long after reading Gilbert’s book I read (this week) “Honeymoon with My Brother” by Franz Wisner: another book about people traveling the world in the wake of relationship trauma and in the process of figuring out who they were and what they wanted to do with their lives. How nice to be able to afford that luxury. You need to find yourself? Completely turn your back on your old, painful life and go live somewhere else in the world for a few months at a time while following your whims. I don’t begrudge them their travels; I merely wish I and all of the stressed, overworked, unfulfilled people I know also had the financial backing to be able to do such a thing. We could use a year or two of living by our whims in foreign lands to heal and figure ourselves out, too.
I saw the romance at the end of Gilbert's book coming from a mile away. How typical. This time “Stella” got her groove back with an older, affluent foreigner instead of with a barely legal, poor native.
Both Gilbert’s and Wisner’s books have something in common: privilege. The insights both gained were deep, of course, but the privilege in both people’s tales was so glaring, it tended to overshadow their personal growth. Let’s be real: the average person does not have a book advance (Gilbert) or a $70,000 bonus and hundreds of thousands in savings (Wisner) to propel them on their journeys of healing and self-discovery in foreign lands. The average person must fit in healing and self-discovery in fits and starts while still going to (or trying to change) that soul-numbing job/university, living in that house that reminds them of their ex, and trying to fulfill their obligations. Most of us cannot afford to push all of that aside to solely delve within ourselves for a year or two. More than personal memoirs, through my filters their books are testaments to the options money and privilege give to people who are suffering a personal crisis.
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Date: 2008-01-04 04:54 pm (UTC)**nodding** Very spot-on. I've often thought of how nice it would be to have the financial means to just break down. Being poor, I can't do that, I have to force myself to get up, anyway, because if I don't work, I don't make money, and without money, I can't pay the bills or rent. But if I were independently wealthy, or could sponge off rich parents, I could go somewhat off the deep without having to worry about the financial consequences.
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Date: 2008-01-04 06:34 pm (UTC)I don't know. If we're talking about spiritual memoiry type things, I'd take Anne Lamott over Gilbert any day. (It seems unlikely to me that you've missed AL in your more-comprehensive-than-me-spiritual-reading, but if you have, Traveling Mercies and Operating Instructions are my favorites.)
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Date: 2008-01-04 10:39 pm (UTC)I thoroughly enjoyed and completely related to Sue Monk Kidd's spiritual memoir The Dance of the Dissident Daughter. That book changed my life; after reading it I was finally able to give myself permission to ask the very hard questions about Christianity and whether it worked for me.
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Date: 2008-01-04 08:41 pm (UTC)Blech.
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Date: 2008-01-05 02:42 am (UTC)Ditto
Date: 2008-01-05 04:37 am (UTC)A friend gave me this book. I've read parts of it off and on, and while it's a good book, it's the same thing that you mentioned. Peart certainly had the bucks to just take off and he managed to heal. Even got married again!
I had 4 deaths, 3 breakups, 2 move-outs, a serious illness of a new boyfriend and much more, in the space of 2 1/2 years. But I had to work. Grieve in between that. No wonder I'm still working on some of those things...
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Date: 2008-01-05 05:14 am (UTC)Eat,Pray,Love
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Date: 2008-01-11 03:59 pm (UTC)If it wasn't for the fact the group was reading it, I may not have read it, too...or maybe not until a year or two had passed and the hype over the book had died down. Like you, I tend to avoid fads, and the underwhelming nature of this book is why. The masses tend to be easily impressed. That said, I *wanted* to like the book, because some people I think highly of have been singing its praises. Instead, I was almost embarrassed to find I did not like it.
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Date: 2009-01-04 01:47 am (UTC)I read it too, recommended by a friend. I liked the writing and the author's ability to tell a compelling story, yet I too thought, wow, I'd like to be able to take a year off and sort through my sh!t.
I think deep spiritual insights sometimes are a class privilege. Wasn't the Buddha rich? St. Francis of Assisi's father was rich. So was St. Theresa of Avila's family. I'm sure there are more examples, I'm just to tired to dig them up right now.
wlotus: if you still read comments on old posts...a group of PUMAs are getting together for a meet-up in NYC on January 10, 2009. Go over to The Confluence and look for madamab.
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Date: 2009-01-04 01:59 am (UTC)A NYC PUMA meetup sounds interesting! Thanks for the heads up!
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Date: 2010-07-22 08:37 pm (UTC)The thing is, it really is great when people's broken-heart stories have a happy-ever-after ending with their true soulmate, discovered only after (and perhaps because of) working through the pain of a previous failed relationship. And I absolutely believe in the possibility of such happy endings. But in this particular story it irks me because I still don't feel like she learned anything by the end of the book -- except how to think even MORE about herself, which appears to me to have been her biggest problem to begin with. The book might as well have been titled "Me, ME, MEEEEEE!!"
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Date: 2010-07-22 09:14 pm (UTC)I have to admit that at the time I wrote this entry, I was still smarting from being unhappily single for years, in spite of some disappointing (and recent, at the time I made this post) forays into the dating realm. Hence the "Stella" snark. Then again, I would probably say the same today, knowing myself. :-)