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The Foolish But Determined Hunt For A Girl Paradise
My search for girl paradise led me to a grisly city in Eastern Romania that had a plentiful supply of beautiful girls. It's a place that no sane man would voluntarily live in had it not contained the best of what the human female species can offer.
After blanketing Romanian television and newspapers as the "famous American sex writer" and a "world Don Juan," I was determined to leverage the temporary fame with my existing game to experience nonstop pleasure with the world's most beautiful women. The result was not exactly what I expected.
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I was excited to get a message from Roosh with a PDF link to his new book, Poosy Paradise. The first work of his I read was Bang, in 2011. After that I read Day Bang and A Dead Bat in Paraguay (DBIP). While Bang and Day Bang were great instruction manuals, I especially enjoyed the narrative tales of his adventures in South America in DBIP. I hoped he would write more such books in the future.
In this review I'll give my overall impression of Poosy Paradise and also in the greater context of an author growing and sharpening his craft.
This book reminded me a lot of A Dead Bat in Paraguay, but through the eyes of a seasoned veteran. A Dead Bat in Paraguay was one of the first major poosy-hunting trips of Roosh's life and was full of missteps and errors.
Roosh arrives in Romania a completely different man than who he was in South America. In the second chapter he describes his arrival in a new city and deconstructs how he surgically goes through the checklist of things he needs to do, much like Terminator scanning his environment. He knows what he is doing this time.
The chapters are humorously titled like Seinfeld episodes. "The Burning", "The Doctor", and so on. You get a real feel for his style of humor because his writing is so un-apologetically honest. The level of transparency he demonstrates is such that you feel like you're looking directly in the machinations of his mind and can see every wheel turning, every thought and motivation accounted for no matter how disturbing it may be. It really felt like he had no care to self-censor or edit things to make him look good.
There is an arc of self-discovery and growth in the span of less than two months, the rough time span the book covers. You get the feeling that he is so bent on improvement and growth that his ideas about reality are constantly evolving and being challenged. Without spoiling anything there are some eerie similarities with how A Dead Bat in Paraguay unravels.
It was cool getting the backstory and more details on things I've seen on Youtube like with the Romanian TV show and interviews on the street. Roosh's experience with fame in Europe was especially interesting. It's not what you (or he) would expect it to be.
Some things I felt that were lacking that I enjoyed in DBIP were cultural observations and non-poosy related details. In South America it seemed he was much more open to exploring the history and people of the continent, while getting laid at night or when he could. This book pretty much focuses 100% on his efforts in getting laid while also doing interviews and stepping into international fame. It may be crazy to expect that from a book titled "Poosy Paradise".
Obviously this isn't a big criticism but I would have liked a diversion from the pussy-hunting for a few pages to take a breather, then return hungry for it. Much like his own self-described complacency in getting regular sex, I felt like if we took some detours during the story to talk about the cities or his learning Russian through mp3s, the sex and pussy-hunting parts would have been even more interesting.
I really enjoyed the book. If you have read his past stuff you will see a change in Roosh's attitude, aptitude and overall capabilities as a man. It was this contrast in his persona that I especially enjoyed.
Closing thought is that it reminded me of seeing Luke Skywalker getting his ass kicked in Empire Strikes Back, then returning as a true Jedi Knight in Return of the Jedi.
Cheers Roosh, congratulations on completing another great piece of work and hope to read many more of your adventures in the future!
"L'Etranger" of our times.
That's what the inescapable conclusion is after reading "Poosy Paradise", a book that details Roosh's foray into Romania and his struggles with fame. Roosh takes us on a wild ride through the truths often left-unsaid, sparing neither the lively characters he encounters nor his own playboy persona during his adventures in the deliberately-unnamed Romanian city (yet revealed soon afterwards).
Depending on their experiences in life, I feel that people will be either in awe or disgusted upon reading through the tremendous analytic process that deals with Roosh's skill at game, his overall strategy in selecting cities and countries, and of course his overall evaluation of the spoils he reaps there. Yet to get either all teary-eyed or angry at this book is to miss the point. The point of the book is honesty - no more, no less. Its utterly sincere core is what makes the book so interesting to read, as well as and so unusual in today's world.
Dialogues might be the best part of the book simply because of the hilarious consequences that Roosh's honesty produces. When he stopped to ask a woman who was trying to give him dating advice “How many women have you had sex with?”, I nearly spit out my drink. There are dozens of such entertaining conversations, both with men and women. The writing style always kept me in suspense, even when it was obvious what would happen.
The book is strewn with little bits of insight that the observant reader will find helpful, no matter his level of game. From techniques at maneuvering girls into his apartment to making "sex potions", they are universally refreshing. I particularly enjoyed the observations about fame and how smartphones affect the nature of texting.
The same honesty that makes Poosy Paradise so intriguing is also what gives the book an ultimately depressing undertone. He describes how men are struggling more and more, enduring increasing disrespect and flaking despite achieving ever higher levels of attractiveness. I was especially struck by the scene in which he reconnects with an old prospect who blatantly ignores her own date. Poor guy.
Roosh's struggle with long-lasting happiness permeates the book. When things are not going well, he is unhappy over the tiniest details. When things are going well, it's the same. While it drives him to success, this tormented existence also seems to snuff out joy and pride.
This painful combination is what ultimately makes Poosy Paradise so special - a philosophical book rather than a travel guide, game guide or memoir. Such honesty and insight about the world might be depressing (for me at least), but they are hard to find nowadays.
An excellent read.