I didn’t want her to think I valued her in any way, or else the spell would have been broken. ~ Roosh V
Roosh sent me a review copy of Poosy Paradise many months ago.
I finally got around to reading it recently, and I’m glad I did.
Now unlike Bang and his how-to game books, Poosy Paradise is a memoir.
It chronicles Roosh’s adventures in a small Romanian town filled with beautiful women.
In it, Roosh attempts to find “Poosy Paradise” – his own personal player heaven.
Things don’t go as planned.
And making the best of a bad decision is the main premise of the book.
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I enjoyed Poosy Paradise.
It was honest, introspective and well-written.
Like most of his writing, Roosh reveals his humanity here.
He also displays some of the mildly insane drive that put him where he is today.
Roosh writes in trademark style, with dry, deadpan humor.
Not everyone will find it funny, but I did – for example his snooty coffee connoisseur observations made me laugh.
But despite that, the book is kinda sad at times.
Roosh experiences player loneliness, and it comes through in his writing.
But Roosh is a pro hunter.
At this point in his life, he still seems to enjoy the process of seducing new girls.
He embraces and accepts the brutality of game and keeps going.
Many men would give a pinkie finger to be in Roosh’s position.
Some would say he’s living the dream – he’s as close to free as you can get.
And even if you don’t agree with his player lifestyle, you’ve gotta respect what he’s built.
Anyhow I identified with this book, in many ways.
For example, I’ve had women say the same thing to me that they’ve said to Roosh.
I’ve also experienced the same boner-killing behavior in women that he describes.
That’s a bit disconcerting; but also amusing.
It shows how women are similar all over the world.
Another big theme of this book is new fame, and how Roosh handles that.
As an anonymous game blogger who’s debating showing my face, I wanted to know what Roosh had to say.
He’s experienced what it life is like as an “outed” red pill game and dating blogger.
So he knows how fame affects his ability to get girls.
Of course, I clearly can’t identify with his level of fame yet.
But it was fascinating to learn about the situations he found himself in…
Like I said earlier, Poosy Paradise is more memoir than game guide.
But it’s still filled with valuable game lessons woven into the story.
Roosh explores different styles of game, including fame game, foreign man game, and groupie game.
He also puts his ruthlessly cold indifference on display.
But in doing so, Roosh reveals his game Achilles heel.
Yes, he’s great at approach, a machine when it comes to scoring hot new girls.
But he’s not quite so good at relationships – and his half-hearted attempts at relationship game are almost comical.
This isn’t an insult – if Roosh wanted to tighten his relationship game skills I’m sure he could, with ease.
But at this point in his life he’s chosen to limit his emotional connection with women.
And anyway, anecdotes like these humanize Roosh – yeah he’s cold but he’s also honest about what he wants.
Now, there were a few things I didn’t like about the book.
Some parts were confusing to read, because Roosh skips around a bit.
A few of the paragraphs didn’t flow properly.
And finally, Roosh is a bit of a rambler.
That’s a big part of his conversation game, but it also applies to his writing.
So parts of Poosy Paradise could be tightened up and made shorter.
I did read a review copy though, so most of those issues are likely fixed by now.
Overall, I recommend Poosy Paradise to my readers.
The book is valuable for any man interested in game, Eastern European women, and masculine travel memoirs.
Roosh is a wise, disillusioned man.
And he bleeds for Poosy Paradise.
The result is a compelling read.
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