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01 June 2008 @ 03:37 pm
Eat Pray Love  
I'm reading Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert, a book which has leered at me with cloying bestseller wisdom for months now on the bookstore shelves, because my mom was reading it while we were in New York, and she read me some things from it and recommended it highly.

I've been avoiding it because I've spent years telling myself that I don't like cloying bestseller wisdom.  Frankly, I might after all.  I'm not willing to concede that point just yet.

But this much I can say:  Mom was right, this is some of the best fun I've had in a while.  I'm on page 79 and just had to put the book down because I started laughing so hard.  Gilbert rides perfectly the line between humor and sweetness and spirituality (okay, that's more than one line, but I don't care) and, well, a lot of talk about the gorgeousness of Italian men.

Here's the bit that has me falling over:
... [B]efore I left Rome [my friend Giovanni] gave me the name of a pizzeria in Naples that I had to try, because, Giovanni informed me, it sold the best pizza in Naples.  I found this a wildly exciting prospect, given that the best pizza in Italy is from Naples, and the best pizza in the world is from Italy, which means that this pizzeria must offer... I'm almost too suspicious to say it... the best pizza in the world?  Giovanni passed along the name of the place with such seriousness and intensity, I almost felt like I was being inducted into a secret society.  He pressed the address into the palm of my hand and said, with gravest confidence, "Please go to this pizzeria.  Order the margherita pizza with double mozzarella.  If you do not eat this pizza when you are in Naples, please lie to me later and tell me that you did."

So Sofie and I have come to Pizzeria da Michele, and these pies we have just ordered -- one for each of us -- are making us lose our minds.  I love my pizza so much, in fact, that I have come to believe in my delirium that my pizza might actually love me, in return.  I am having a relationship with this pizza, almost an affair.  Meanwhile, Sofie is practically in tears over hers, she's have a metaphysical crisis about it, she's begging me, "Why do they even bother trying to make pizza in Stockholm?  Why do we even bother eating food at all in Stockholm?"
 
 
 
jessxantha on June 1st, 2008 09:02 pm (UTC)
heh, that's a great passage. I heard good things about the book but well, it's the same "avoid cloying bestseller wisdom" MO here too. ;)
Wiseacreewin on June 1st, 2008 09:30 pm (UTC)
It made me cry a few pages later. I may as well resign myself to Chicken Soup now. :)
some blockheaded bracegirdle from hardbottle: booksnotemily on June 1st, 2008 10:28 pm (UTC)
Her sister wrote two hilarious yet moving books for young adults, Dairy Queen and The Off Season. I've meant to read EPL for a while now, but like you, I've been resisting the bestsellerness... I should probably check it out, though :)
daisy_downdaisy_down on June 2nd, 2008 05:39 am (UTC)
I avoid best sellers and top grosser at the box office. I hate to be one of the herd.

For this reason, I only just read EPL about 5 months ago. And I loved it. All of it. I'm an atheist and the book made me want to meditate in an ashram in India.

Loved the book. Glad you broke down and read it.