[Deluge]

I'll keep this brief. If you've been reading Roosh for awhile, definitely get this book. It wasn't really a page turner for me at first, but I enjoyed it more and more as it went on. Roosh's writing style as always is on point, and the story itself is of course very enjoyable. My main criticism however is that I found his thoughts at the end hard to reconcile with his "Give Me a Complex" video from last year.

Overall, I enjoyed it more than Dead Bat, but 30 Bangs is still my favourite. Definitely grab Poosy Paradise if you're a fan of Roosh, you're guaranteed to enjoy it.

[Matt Forney]

I've posted two reviews of Poosy Paradise: a more traditional literary criticism at my blog, and a broader analysis of the book's themes over at Takimag. In my blog review, I was critical of the excessive preachiness of the book but still enjoyed it, and in the Takimag article I talk about the unsettling conclusions Roosh comes to in regards to modern dating:

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Poosy Paradise, while not perfect, is a poignant portrait of the tragicomedy of modern love. While himself a Gen-Xer, Roosh writes to the Millennial generation, the young’uns who’d rather fiddle with their iPhones than fuck. We Millennials prefer porn to partying and video games to real life, a product of endless helicopter parenting and draconian laws that lead to teenage sexters being booked for trafficking in kiddie porn. On the few occasions we can even be bothered to hook up, it’s through something like Tinder, where there’s no emotional commitment or even human contact beyond the genital grinding. Just swipe right and get some free dick delivered piping hot to your Brooklyn shoebox, no effort required.

[MrPositive]

So far I've read Bang Poland, 30 bangs, and Bang. I think the thing lost in these books and why I simply cannot put them down is not that I necessarily need the instruction on getting laid (though knowledge and tips never hurt), but Roosh is a really talented and extremely humorous writer. I really enjoy how he will put things on paper that most people would be frightened and embarrassed of ever admitting with their name behind it. It's really refreshing to read something so raw and real. But most of all, it's just really fucking funny on most of these scenarios. Mainly because they are things I can relate to in my own life, which always makes the best humor. What's sad is I saw Roosh at least 4 times in Wroclaw earlier this year (I think, though how many guys look like Roosh?) and I chickened out saying hi. My game was weak (though I just didn't want to bother ya I guess). haha I've just picked up the new book and I cannot review much, but it will be VERY hard pressed in beating my enjoyment of Bang Poland. Professor approved.

[James d'Anconia]

Loved this book, couldn't put it down.

Going into Roosh's head while reading about his thought process when he's out approaching was fascinating, especially how he tailors his game to individual cities and types of girls. I took away a lot from that.

Roosh's reflections on living the nomadic player lifestyle and finding a 'poosy paradise' were priceless for me. It seems clear after reading it that a 'poosy paradise' where you have consistent access to top level girls is something that needs to be created within a city, and creating a 'poosy paradise' can be greatly aided by having things like social circles, a niche, money, local status, etc.

Big thanks to Roosh for allowing young men like myself to learn from his experiences!

[Vicious]

Long overdue but here's my review...

If someone suggested the fountain of youth rests between the legs of girls attractive in personality and physically then I would be quick to agree. With his new book Poosy Paradise (PP), Roosh V is intent on finding that El Dorado where the said fountains are in endless supply. While the book mainly takes place in the Romanian town Iasi the search for his Poosy Paradise is for the author just as much about finding the definition of what it might be. An introspective journey while simultaneously being firmly placed in real life with its detailed descriptions of a man approaching women.

I had the immense opportunity to be granted a review copy of PP which nicely filled out many afternoons at the pool this summer. Like some of his earlier books, PP assumes you are familiar with Roosh’s travels and exploits. There’s little introduction to speak of both in terms of the author and his overall goals beyond the quest for PP. As my review copy came as a PDF without a jacket and back summary even I was initially confused on what nation it was that was being explored. I can only imagine how someone completely new to Roosh’s work would feel getting in to this. Even the name of the book is something of a in-joke in the community gathered around Roosh’s websites, though it eventually gets explained halfway throughout the book.

The defining moment on this leg of Roosh’s travels happens almost off-stage with him appearing on a TV show in Romania. It almost feels like the book rides the emotional rise and tide of that show, the frequent reminders of people recognising him from TV being a red thread throughout the chapters. While his own stated mission in Romania is to make it his PP, this particular quest is traversed more internally than in the streets and clubs of Iasi.

It becomes apparent that Roosh’s process is to use a lot of negative reinforcement on himself both for motivating his endeavours and punishing bad calls or. Anger and rage manifest at several points when an approach goes sideways. I can only imagine what this does over the year to a man’s psyche. It can’t be denied though that few men will expose himself as much as Roosh in the field as well as retelling his successes and failures with women, which is why PP makes for such a compelling read. People that are repelled by moments that can induce cringe are not recommended to pick up this book. If you are interested in Roosh’s works however, chances are that you recognize the value such contacts can have on bettering yourself in the long run.

Towards the end of the book Roosh understands the nature of what PP is to him. It is not an altogether positive revelation, at the risk of pretentious exaggeration this realization somewhat makes the book his own Heart of Darkness.

PP was a tough read for me as I could relate to many of the instances covered. The joy and honeymoon feeling of coming to a new city and experiencing the highs, the slumps and the frustrations. As my own realizations match most of those Roosh are making the eventual conclusion on the elusiveness on ones’ PP is not one I like, while I can simultaneously deem it to be accurate and true. Those of us that have chosen to have success with women have not necessarily chosen happiness.

[Brazilianguy]

I just finished the book and found it very entertaining.
It read like a Bukowski novel, in that the writing was very direct and funny, which made it hard to put down, easy to read and quick to finish.
It was interesting to notice the differences and similarities between Roosh and I when it comes to seduction and how each man´s path is different, even though there is common ground.
To be clear, I don´t put nearly as much effort as Roosh does in getting laid (which is made evident by my results), but I do like to play the game and travel in search of women and adventure.
However, for me, things work out better when I avoid focusing on technique and instead attempt to make a genuine connection with the girl I´m trying to pick up.
This is not easy to do, since both people have to be willing to make that connection, as well as have common interests and at least a spark of mutual attraction. However, once it happens, it´s magic.
When I force sex to happen with a girl who´s not that much into me (and vice-versa), it is invariably unsatisfactory and the whole process of going through the motions is just too draining and empty to be worth the effort.
One other thing I notice is that I do much better when the main point of my trip is not women.
When I´m bent on getting to know things and places I really like, as opposed to getting my dick wet at any cost, things tend to fall naturally into line and, although effort is always required, it doesn´t drain me and things tend to flow smoothly.
What I really liked about the book is that it shows all the effort Roosh has to put forth, as well as the rejections he has to endure, and the inner turmoils he must manage in order to get his notches. This, I believe, is something all men have to go through.
One other interesting point is that the book makes it clear how social media and smartphone use has made seduction much harder for men, not only by giving women too many options, but by stimulating their natural inclination to shallowness and fickleness even further.
With such a wide range of choice, I wonder why a moderatly cute girl will settle for one man.

[unbowed]

After I scrolled through the last pages of Poosy Paradise, I look at a ring I bought from an Irish guy at an outdoor market. Intertwining infinity knots, just a typical Celtic design I thought, but as I picked it up he told me its (supposed) meaning: this is man's journey, ever-cyclical, wrapping around the same scenes but spiraling around from different angles with more understanding. As in this memoir, we see echoes of Roosh's other works spiraling around a Romanian backdrop. Instead of reaching paradise, the journey continues much in the same way, except now Roosh's skills have been honed through many years and many countries.

There's an existential tension that seems to loom through this book. The lay reports get repetitive but the philosophic musings in between kept hooking my attention. You see the game play out as Roosh broods over the process. Part of him doesn't want to do what he does, but he knows what has to be done. If he's cynical, then nature has made him this way. It's a feature not a bug. Since manosphere immemorial, Roosh has been speaking unsung truths, and this book is another demonstration of these truths.

Texting becomes an interesting motif as we see it rip through millennia of female coding, computing her emotions perfectly into flakes or spastic texts. It's not just American girls. The text is a window into the female psyche. Many a man would find ways to reengage the flake, but Roosh takes the power play to its logical conclusion in a true Cold War manner by calling a girl's bluff face-to-face. The game he relaxed into in Romania involved collecting numbers and going on dates with no real pattern to discern. Some flakes were instant, others were after the bang, some girls had to warm up, others were instant green light.

One thing that became clear was pulling from the club was no easy feat. Fame game was not as lucrative as it seemed and social circles were everywhere. While I can read through a few pages and go "mm hmm", there's always a heavy one liner strategically placed that has me in stitches. While Roosh can be calculating he has his whimsical side:

"I told Dragomir how I felt like a fool for choosing to live here, all because I happened to arrive when one club was having its grand opening."

You really get a feel for the iron frame Roosh develops around a woman's tests. There are also times we're reminded of how game makes the world go round. You can almost feel Roosh seething on the inside at times when he tells himself how he must be perceived to maintain hand, and like clockwork his emotional discipline spikes the girl's emotions. Far from being a machine, we see the conflicting emotions of a man. If he were to be himself and wear his heart on his sleeve, he would be relegated to the beta bin. No, it is nature herself who requests his stone cold performance.

Ultimately the "idea" of poosy paradise is anticlimactic as once you find something you think you want, the urge is satisfied and your motivation dies. Roosh counted a dozen orgasms with one girl, and instead of getting back up to hunt, he didn't feel like approaching for 4 days. It was never about the paradise but about creating a construct to propel him through the day. Once the construct outlives its usefulness the doubt floods back.

This book vindicates game through anecdote. While there are flavors and calibrations to different countries (as told in his travel guides), you can't ever truly turn yourself "off", especially in so-called poosy paradise. You will have a change of scenery but the female overmind is fundamentally the same. There are no laurels, status is fragile and can actually hamper you (now you have something to maintain or end up losing). And while the cold approach is taxing, it is the equalizer. Local guys may tell you money and looks get the girl, but Roosh is most successful when he sticks to bread and butter game perfected through years of tinkering. The most consistent message I got throughout the book is that balls and frame rule the lay.

The idea of happiness comes with the topic of paradise. After failing to track down poosy 'El Dorado' Roosh trolls a girl with a philosophic conversation about happiness and how he doesn't believe in it. The girl retorted with platitudes as Roosh kept the troll job in fine form. Rather than finding happiness, you feel the angst return when Roosh starts thinking. When he's left to his devices, approaching a girl or doing his day to day tasks, you find him quite at ease. Maybe happiness is being distracted from the idea of it. The more we think about it, the more it veers us off course.

Traveling can be romanticized but being a love tourist is not all fun and games. After all the hype from the Roosh travel era, blog and forum included, with talk of girls throwing themselves at you, the fog clears and you find that even in your idea of paradise you will have to put in the work. There's no rest; not even in the afterlife.

[Inspired]

Late review. I wish I reviewed it directly after reading because I've forgotten a lot of what I wanted to say.

I agree with another poster's earlier comment about the difficulty of keeping track of the girls' names.

Overall, I quite enjoyed the book. But it is not what you are expecting. It's not about the country he is in and it is not about creating a "Poosy Paradise". The title is excellent but I think would be more appropriate for a future book. Where he really tries to build a poosy paradise. Although I totally understand the title and it's choice for this book.

Basically, the book is written very much like a diary. A sort of Jack Kerouac On The Road style of free thought coming directly out of the mind and into the paper in front of you. It reads very much like a manic journal, and there are great meaning behind subtle sentences of commences. Wisdom is pouring out of the pages without over intellectualizing anything or making it hard to digest.

This is mostly an introspective journey, and he is absolutely honest. He is not afraid to discuss insecurities or doubt, or any of his mental processes. And this is important because when a guy with this much experience still has to go through the same bullshit and setbacks as the rest of us, it shows many important lessons. You always have to keep your game up, always have to deal with life bullshit, and you just have to not let anything defeat you. Just have to keep on going and overcome whatever it is you're dealing with etc.

At times the book sounds tired..........the approaches.......the grind of it all.......and Roosh kind of glosses over these details in order to get to the important points. But this is a good thing. This not a pickup book nor travel guide, but a memoir taken from a single journey.

It's a strange book in a way that it is easy tonread and you go through it quickly. But then here I am, trying to remember things and I can't. I think there was so much buried in this book that it's a book to be read again. That speaks highly of the books content. Just like with great music, it takes some listens to sink in. I think this one will age well.

There is more I would add but that's all I got for now. But if you want to have an interesting adventure for $5, you can't beat it.

[Lucky]

Earlier this summer I read Portnoy’s Complaint, a classic book about a man describing his trials and tribulations regarding women and sex to his psychiatrist. More than once Poosy Paradise reminded me of that book. Roosh’s obsession with the hunt for poosy paradise and all of the stories that go along with that hunt made for entertaining reading. Roosh’s books are typically quite honest, but this book takes that honesty to the next step. The level of insight and candor Roosh has while describing his successes and failures with women, run-ins with the media, and male friendship are stunning. Consider this passage:

“But I’m excited because I can go out with the boy I like!” How embarrassing, a 33-year-old man trying to hit on a girl who was looking forward to going out with her teenage crush. I got her number anyway, just in case I go on a cold streak."

This:

“I would breathe it in the mall and in the supermarket to find myself walking towards a girl whereas an hour before I was certain I was due for a “break”— a break from what, I don’t know, because most of what I do is try to get laid and then write about trying to get laid, but just a break where I don’t have to focus on women all the time, where women aren’t my entire life."

And this:

“Maybe the problem is me and how lowly I value random male companionship compared to the possibility of sex with women. Maybe I’m still putting pussy on the pedestal.”

Something I noticed while I was reading is just how good a guy Roosh is. For the most part, if a girl stands him up or rejects him he just lets it go and moves on. It really takes a lot for Roosh to treat a girl horribly. I use Bang and Day Bang as my guides for getting laid and I am a much more horrible person than Roosh. There is a passage where a girl explains to Roosh how her ex would say horrible things to her after a family member of hers died and Roosh tells her (seemingly sincerely) that he’d never say something like that to her. I’ve said way worse shit to girls when I was younger and it made me realize how extreme an asshole I was.

Roosh’s neuroses come to the forefront when he writes about his fear of being caught by girls who have either found out about him online or on television. His line about how his lifestyle can’t be a healthy way to live made me chuckle, especially because I remember reading Dead Bat where Roosh become a severe hypochondriac (though in his defense he did suffer from fucked up illnesses). Roosh seems like a low-key guy, so when he began pursuing fame it was entertaining to read about his encounters with girls who had heard about him or pretended they hadn’t.

The only issue I had with the book is that I wanted Roosh to delve deeper into his ideas of male bonding and friendship. I have had a difficult time myself balancing chasing pussy with making friends and I wondered what his feelings were about that topic.

In addition to Portnoy’s Complaint, there was another piece of art that came to mind towards the end of the book: The film Memento. In that film the main character Leonard in the final act decides he wants to intentionally obscure his discovery in order to give himself a goal to pursue and to give his life meaning. Read Poosy Paradise and you’ll see how Roosh’s story compares.

Highly recommended.

[Erik]

My first roosh read.

Enjoyed the brutal honesty in writing as it reminds to be as brutally honest with my own thinking as well. Unsurprising though as Roosh as a red pill writer needs to be first and foremost very-red pill with himself.

The final thoughts in the book are once more a proof that it's about the journey, not the destination.

[___]

Had the book sitting on my computer/phone for a while and just ran through it - great introspective read.

Several parts where I laughed out loud and could put myself in your shoes (we're near the same age) even though I've never been to Eastern Europe.

Loved the "Seinfeld" male masseuse reference at the end, ha.

Keep pushing yourself as a writer...it's been cool seeing you evolve over the years.

[el mechanico]

___ has anyone ever connected you to your user name here in real life?

[___]

(08-29-2014 03:10 PM)el mechanico Wrote:  

___ has anyone ever connected you to your user name here in real life?

Ha...I can neither confirm nor deny.

[Nascimento]

I can't recommend this book enough for those interested in elevating their game, and also looking to enjoy a good story.

I've read this book twice so far, currently on my third way through.

It's helped my game in so many ways.

My biggest takeaway from it is that you just really have to keep going, no matter how bad things get.

I've had a very rough streak game wise for a little while now, and I brought it to an end in a way I had been longing to do for some time.

I resonated very greatly with the difficulties Roosh encountered in this novel, and it goes to show there is always light at the end of the tunnel--the type you've been longing for--as long as you keep at it.

[PainPositive]

This book was great. An enjoyable read and also helped to to understand my journey. Through comparing Roosh's mistakes and learning experiences to my own, I was able to better understand what Poosy Paradise really is and how I can attempt to obtain it in my life.

[CostinR]

Great book, rather enjoyable to read for it's honesty and bluntness but there's one thing I want to comment on.

In the book you have a lot of guys commenting that the chicks are only interested in money with you Roosh having a low of opinion of these opinions. While I would agree money does not get you laid alone ( unless you're really rich ) the reality is that for the average guy here to go on these kind of approaches is a very expensive affair considering our income levels. I think you were probably spending more in a week then most people here earn in a month on just going out, let alone rent, bills etc.

The truth is that without a certain income level, above average at least, you really don't have much chance with chicks above 4-5. Of course that doesn't mean that all it, but it's prerequisite before even getting started.