[Atlantic]

Thanks Roosh for the review copy.

I read the first half in one night and then slowed it down so I could enjoy it fully. Although slightly depressing in sections I really enjoyed this book. I will probably read it again very soon.

It is the first of the Roosh travel books that I have read so I can't compare it to what came before. I don't want to give anything away either so I won't make mention to the story line.

The thing that struck me the most is the sheer amount of determination and effort it takes to travel to the front lines of pussy paradise exploration. There is no beach parties and tinder. No penthouse suites and private town cars. Stuck in town that he should have probably left earlier with a reputation that he seems he would rather avoid he stays puts and digs deep. Success is bitter sweet and the choice between being contentment and sustaining desire constant.

It shattered my romantic notions with what it really means to explore the new game frontiers. I don't think many men would be able to handle the experience. Sheer boredom, language barriers, isolation, poor/misleading Intel, severe mood swings and depression - all this while having to constantly use active game for your next lay.

This book is quite dark and as mentioned before very honest. I enjoyed it so and definitely relate to some of the darker musings on success, happiness and life.

All in I would definitely recommend it.

[Jaydublin]

Roosh, did you release the book early?

[Tigre]

With the release of Poosy Paradise, we get a good look at Roosh's present day lifestyle.

It's been more than a year since his previous book Smiley Face came out. Which makes it a notable event for the RVF and something to get excited about.

Those who have been following Roosh's blog would have noticed his high media profile in Eastern Europe. Television appearances, press coverage and more.

If you're like me, you would want to know what happens next. Which is exactly the theme Roosh has chosen for his latest book.

Roosh deliberately plugs into the media attention while in Romania, knowing that public recognition should bring him higher quality women. Despite careful planning and best intentions, it doesn't exactly turn out that way.

We see Roosh gaming step by step in a new city. The book is not just a boast of his successes. Every blind alley, every doubt and setback is talked about in the book just as it happened in real life.

To improve his own game, Roosh has always used keen observation of what works and what doesn't. He's the guy who, more than anyone, has taken the scientific method and applied it towards chasing tail. The book is filled with Roosh's own reasoning and reviews of how he might do better in the game. There's always something to be learned from a random experience.

Focus is kept tightly on the attempt to turn second tier city Iasi, Romania into his poosy paradise. The plot is largely driven forward by the whims of Roosh's boner. Combined with a personal desire to expand his understanding of all things relating to Eastern European game and teach it to his audience.

Writing style is largely the same as previous works. Honest, grounded and with a good sized amount of humor. It feels closest to The Medellin Diaries, or maybe Dead Bat.

That said, the book is set in one city only. While Roosh has a couple of male friends who participate in the story, he's more of a lone wolf in this episode. Which reduces the amount of male group camaraderie as compared to some of Roosh's other travel books.

I found the book well written and enjoyable to read. Recommended for anyone familiar with Roosh's other books or blog.

[Valhalla]

I'm going to go ahead and guess a select few are given an early copy for review purposes?

I'd like to read this book.

[Roosh]

Review I got via email:

[scotian]

Can I buy this book on Amazon this coming Friday?

[Roosh]

Yes. I will post details on my blog Friday morning (9am EST). If you buy on Amazon, you will still get the bonuses.

[Jaydublin]

I bought the book 2 weeks ago on Amazon. What is with this release date?

[slubu]

A little late to the party with my review, but I kept getting caught up on things. Anyway, I purposefully did not read any other reviews so as to keep mine untainted with prejudice.

Overall, I really liked the book. It really puts you in Roosh's eyes and allows you to get a glimpse of what his life is like. I know I wonder a lot what it would be like to lead a life like this, and this gives me a lot of insight into how it would go.

And while it does give you that insight that most of us don't experience, if you have traveled before it sort of reads like your own journal but with more descriptive language. I really enjoyed that aspect because I could actually visualize the approaches, the thoughts he had during different encounters. I probably could have done without the play by play of Roosh's thrusts during sex, but oh well.

The tone of the book is a bit grim, but it is reality. Nonetheless I did actually laugh out loud a few times. Many parts stuck with me too, for example what it's like to not have a regular job, the emotions he experienced following being stood up, etc.

One main point I took from it was the contrast he experienced, and likely we all do too, between specific moments of joy verses overall happiness throughout life. And the resultant question of if there's more to life than "this", with "this" being the continued chase of poosy paradise or just pussy in general.

He also keys in on something nobody in our world wants to admit as a love tourist, that is the negative of not living in a city which is all but necessary to be banging the top notch caliber. On the same token however, his thoughts about traveling alone resulting in development as a person resonated with me. Inspiration really as I always tend to travel with another.

A few slight negatives, that did not take away from the book at all but were just minor annoyances:

- I couldn't keep track of the girls' names whatsoever, maybe descriptions would be better like his one of rabbit girl.
- There were random transitions within chapters. That's probably more of a personal pet peeve than anything though really.

In the end I highly recommend it for a few reasons. One is as I mentioned above, comforting to get get a glimpse into another like person's mind and see that we have the same thoughts, and the same feelings when it comes to girls. For example we enjoy when a girl gets dressed up for us and we are not, because we want random people to think why is she with him. Sometimes I think I'm the only one that gets these thoughts.

Also, this book is almost like a culmination of his past work. There are bits of game advice (see Bang/Day Bang) sprinkled throughout as he discusses what he did and did not do with the girls – everything from sex to texting and planning. There is travel info with the cities he visiting similar to this travel Bang series. And like Dead Bat as it is a memoir. So in essence a bit of a combo of all his work.

On one final note, that Polish game, if true is ridiculous.

[SpiderKing]

I only spotted one punctuation error, on page 137, paragraph four:
"Is there anything else you thoughtof when you saw me on television? Like maybe, wow, that man is so handsome."

another set of nested quotation marks staring after the word "Like" would be helpful.

Roosh, thank you for leaving the PDF unlocked. I was struggling to read it on my phone and computer, but finally powered through it once I got a copy made at the local print shop.

*****

Of Roosh's bibliography, I've only read Day Bang, and have come across short summaries of his other travel memoirs.

If you're like me and have read only his Bang guides, I suggest getting a copy of one of his travel memoirs too. Being the most current, I'd have to recommend Poosy Paradise. You'll receive the full benefit of his game and experience. Also, it's just $5 this opening weekend.

I say this because while the Bang guides are good, sometimes it seems like I'm learning in a vacuum. Whereas Day Bang was a step by step manual, this new book is a Pussy Procedural. Poosy Paradise puts all of his tenets into context, humanizing someone I look up to. It's easier to see the reasoning for doing things a certain way once you move away from the hypothetical situations in Bang, and into the real life consequences Roosh faces in Romania.

A great highlight of Roosh's work is his dry humor. The bluntness of his explanations had me laughing out loud in my bookstore coffeeshop. His analytical & scientific nature reveals itself. One can almost hear him thinking "I need another data point," when saying things like this:

"Law is not a feminine profession," I replied, bracing myself for what I'm sure would be the beginning of the end.
"You're an arrogant person," she said.
"You would be arrogant too if you were from the richest country in the world," I said, going all in.

Roosh has the mind of an explorer. But it seems that changing locales is frustrating because psychologically & emotionally, he is treading the same ground with new women. New hamster wheel, same cage.


One also has to contend with environment. Krauser's native England has proliferated in crassness and take-aways resulting in boorish hamplanets. Roosh's exploits in D.C. catalogue the mediocrity of the women there. If I'd lived in such environments, would I have the ability to endure as many challenges as they have?

Also in play is the American mindset of more is better. Roosh meets a 20 year old who's satisfied with her boyfriend of 3 years. Even if Roosh got her, he wouldn't be content for long.

"He is not well-read or as well-traveled as I am. He is not richer than I am. He's not as funny or interesting as I am. And none of that matters because he met her at the right place at the right time..."

Is the continual search for improvement an American trait? Is it beta to set low expectations? Does being a Westerner inculcate people with obsessiveness, or is this specific to Roosh?

Reading this book reminds me of Interview with the Vampire. Men are blessed with comparable longevity in relation to women. Learning game allows us to leverage that time into power. Men won't live forever, but compared to women, our SMV allows us to play the game for a longer time frame. Hence the common thread of ennui in both stories, stemming from the wearying compulsion for fresh blood (Interview...) or fresh notches (Pussy Paradise).

*****

In all, I found Poosy Paradise to be a humorous read. As funny as it was, I value it more for the insight it offers to travellers searching for their slice of heaven, and managing the expectations that come with the territory.

Thank you for the opportunity to review the advance copy, Roosh!

[Hans Dix]

Roosh, are the audio versions of bang & day bang read by you personally? I'd lay down the bills solely for that fact.

[Roosh]

No, they are by voice actors. It's a pretty hard job to do so I outsourced it to the pros.

[richler]

I am enjoying the meditative parts, the sort of existential parts where Roosh wonders about the nature of himself and of things. There is a section where he mentions turning a possibly not-good thing into a good thing through will, and a great passage where he muses on energy as the pre-eminent distinguishing factor between men of deeds and men of none.

I wonder if we will ever see some fiction from him in the future, short stories or something. I think it could turn out well.

[unbowed]

I'm 2 chapters in. Roosh's persistence is inspiring. It's like a literary fencing match.

[richler]

I just got to the chapter called "The Burning" and I thought of that section in The Waste Land where T.S. Eliot — after quoting a woman who is recounting a frustrating sexual experience — contrasts Saint Augustine's "To Carthage then I came" ("that cauldron of unholy loves...") with the burning imagery from the Buddha's fire sermon. I haven't even read the chapter yet, but the similarity of the imagery-contrast struck me:

"Trams and dusty trees
Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew
Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe."

"My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart
Under my feet. After the event
He wept. He promised 'a new start'
I made no comment. What should I resent?"

"On Margate Sands
I can connect
Nothing with nothing
The broken fingernails of dirty hands
My people humble people who expect
Nothing."

    la la

To Carthage then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
O Lord Thou pluckest

burning

[richler]

This is quite a strong line and sentiment: "When a culture loses value, men must expend vast resources to experience bits of happiness that men of the previous generation merely had to exist in order to enjoy."

I do feel like these books are straining, a little, at the confines placed upon them by their instructional, guidebook-related beginnings. This is a good thing, I think. The progression goes from a writer doing a thing that he feels has not been done (writing guidebooks to get laid), to a writer establishing a voice and a persona, to a writer being able to step off into larger and larger realms of the internal life.

[Tresdus]

Bought the book, skimmed through the travel & city guides, even that was worth the 5$.

Why did you price it so cheap though?

[svenski7]

Can we purchase with bitcoin?

[Roosh]

(08-02-2014 01:55 AM)svenski7 Wrote:  

Can we purchase with bitcoin?

Nope.

[aphelion]

I'll break ranks with a middling review.

First, the good. For its target audience - RVF members, would-be lotharios of any stripe, expats looking for love tips, and people familiar with Roosh's brand of relentless pursuit of women and gallows humor - it's a good match. Readers familiar with the concept of going on missions to foreign lands to seduce and pillage the local women will feel right at home with Poosy Paradise, the spiritual (and chronological) successor to A Dead Bat in Paraguay and Why Can't I Use A Smiley Face. The game tips are sound, as one would expect from the RooshV bran, and couched in real-life examples, helping to demonstrate their application in slice-of-player-life vignettes. So, for those who know what they are looking for from Poosy Paradise, the book is an excellent read.

Those who don't know what they're looking for, or are reading it strictly from a narrative perspective, may find Poosy Paradise falling somewhat flat. The strength of the narrative depends on the reader already knowing the character of Roosh. Familiarity with his mannerisms and speech patterns, his outlier views on life and women, and the sheer peculiarity of his mission are essential to the narrative, all of which Poosy Paradise skimps on. Long-time readers of RooshV have read his DCBachelor blogs and know the progression of Roosh from sexual zero to Casanova hero. Yet a reader who hadn't read the blogs, seen the videos or purchased the Bang series would interpret the character of Roosh (self-described in the narrative) as a T-800 of sex; as relentless, emotionless and dogged in the pursuit of sex as the Schwarzenegger character. And it's a shame, because Roosh in person is a likeable person.

What we don't get a strong sense of here is *why* Roosh is doing what he's doing. Self-analysis is one of Roosh's stronger suits, evidenced by the development of his worldview over the last ten years of his blogging. But we don't have a real-time sense in the book that the character of Roosh is growing or changing in any significant way. Why does he, unlike most men, exert the amount of effort in achieving sex that he has? Why does he travel to random shithole countries in Eastern Europe, learn foreign languages, and deal with the dangers of travel as an American with a big target on his back? Regular readers know, as we've seen the evolution of Roosh and often followed gamely in his footsteps. A casual reader would be puzzled.

The quest for Poosy Paradise does not have a happy ending; in fact, the realization at the end seems to be that Poosy Paradise is never a goal to be realized, but a paragon chased endlessly - and for what? The casual reader can't tell. They're compliant and comfortable with the pudgy, bitchy women of America, and can't imagine leaving their 9-5 and their NFL football to chase better women. And what's in the book to convince them? There's rarely a strong sense that Roosh's sexual conquests bring a feeling of legitimate happiness. In fact, the character of Roosh seems more clinically unhappy than in Why Can't I Use A Smiley Face?, a text in which unhappiness was more clearly justified. And while the honesty of an unflattering self-portrayal is to be applauded, the barrenness of emotion makes it harder to empathize for Roosh here. Why not settle with Roxana, or the Ukrainian girl from long ago, or the South American girl from before that?

In order to answer this question, we need to know why Roosh so voraciously hungers for the new rather than the ideal. While the diehard player will respond with an 'um, duh', the reality is that most people exist on some sort of continuum between the two ends of the spectrum, including even a large swath of the RVF faithful. The new reader will certainly not understand, of course, but even the RVF reader may find it head-scratching. So when Roxana is a near-ideal, we wonder why she is so casually rejected at the end, with an ease that seems borderline - well, sociopathic. Why does the 'unknown' so successfully trump the 'ideal'? These questions are answered as tautologies, not as profound philosophical questions with complex answers. The player who has cultivated a taste for new pussy already agrees; the average joe living in a sexual desert will read it as the complaint of a king whose crown weighs too heavily upon his head.

In the end, again, most of these are questions not faced by the regular Roosh reader. The regular reader knows Roosh isn't as callous, hyperfocused or disconnected as his own narrative paints him; but the new reader may indeed find himself utterly confused by the greyscale picture of Roosh painted in the text. Bang, rinse, repeat. Confused, and possibly repelled - everyone knows that when you get a good lady, you gotta hold onto her and take care of her forever. And what's he doing in Romania when preseason is starting, anyway.

[aphelion]

In conclusion, this book is:

[youngblazer]

It's a book about people, places, emotions, human connections, social dynamics, purpose, ambition, and sexual desire. Just a fantastic fucking read.

[Switch]

Finished the book yesterday. It was enjoyable and informative. It made me think. I recommend it. If I had to choose between Dead Bat and Poosy Paradise, however, I'd choose Dead Bat. If for nothing else other than length of the book. Poosy Paradise felt like it was a little too short at ~160 pages.

~~~~~~Spoiler Alert

The ending was similar to Dead Bat, where Roosh meets a great girl who seems totally loyal and in to him, yet he leaves any way, for reasons that, as I follow Roosh's writings, seem to become more and more contrived and ambiguous. I mean, Roosh's search for a Poosy Paradise has 'failed', yet he still seems to be searching for one or something similar.

One thing that's great is the brutal honesty. Most 'PUA' teachers never give insights into their failures and I believe that gives beginners ultra-high aspirations and expectations that are impossible to meet. Roosh, who literally wrote the book on game, still goes through long and arduous dry spells.

It's interesting to see how Roosh deals with his semi-fame in Romania. For the full effects of fame to come into play, however, with regards to sleeping with more and higher quality girls, I believe Roosh needed to be in a celebrity-centric culture such as the USA, in addition to getting American media attention that is positive rather than "Wow, just wow what a pig."

Also it seems his game didn't adjust into "I'm famous" mode and rather stayed in normal mode. Perhaps this was incongruent and contributed to his struggles?

One example is where a girl says "Seduce me." and my boy Roosh over here doesn't do it! I was thinking that he should have gone for the make out right then and there. That would have been alpha as fuck.

Anyway, overall Poosy Paradise was a good, quick, introspective read that made me rethink my values and goals in life. It didn't hold my attention as much as Dead Bat. I read both books in under 24 hours, but Dead Bat is 100 pages longer. And $5 is way too cheap. I think that most people would have bought the book if it was $9. The bonuses were good too.

Good work Roosh. May your sales numbers be astronomical.

EDIT: This would be a very hard book for a Roosh beginner to dive into. If you're a long time reader of Roosh and this forum, you'll have no problem with terminology and understanding the motivations behind Roosh's actions and behaviors, but for the Roosh noobs, they'd be better off starting with his other books.

[J556]

Just finished the book and it left me with some questions for Roosh-

How much was the cost/day in Romania (ie in Bang Colombia it was $67/day)?

Because society has failed so many men on teaching the true nature of women/what kind of things they really respond to and implemented the cultural repression of mens natural masculine instincts-how can we recover from our deficiencies?

PS-
I say hit up Minsk, Kiev, Prague, or St. Petersburg for a few months.

[GreenHills]

The book was an excellent read and I finished it in no time.

Very realistic, I noted the part where three girls flake in three consecutive days, because these things do happen and it's good to know that they happen even for Roosh, who knows what he's doing. It's an honest portrait of the emotions that occur in such situations.

Game related attitude and way of thinking is visible if you pay attention. Not giving a second chance to a woman who has stood you up, instilling doubt in a woman of whether she's liked or not, etc. These parts are useful.

As for criticisms. At some point it becomes a bit predictable that the text will contain a story, followed by a more philosophical detour that analyzes something related to the situation, or just life experience. Both types of writing are interesting, but it's a bit like reading two different books in one and sometimes the change of pace is difficult. It's like driving a car and switching between two different lanes which move at a different speed.

Compared to "A Dead Bat..", which I read recently, this one got me laughing less, but kept me glued just as the other one.