(07-04-2014 09:59 AM)pitt Wrote:  

(07-04-2014 08:20 AM)Sourcecode Wrote:  But at what cost? What is the actual goal.

...There is no stability...just ups and downs....


..to me..What is the point of the journey if there is never an end.

I think this is the first time where I read a negative review and I really feel like buying the book. I like Roosh's writing because he keeps that shit real, it's not what you want to hear, it's really his perspective in life.

I too, am going to buy this book just because of this review......

The whole game, lifestyle design, digital nomad, traveller, red pill lifestyle sites that are so often glamorized in this part of the internet have always seemed a little overblown and exaggerated in my opinion.

Finally, I hope though I haven't read it, someone giving an honest reflection of his lifestyle choices and consequences ("the ups and downs"), whatever they may be.

I think most of us who have lived abroad for many years or have travelled for many years could relate.....Looking forward to buying it....

"What is the point of the journey if there is never an end."

Maybe that's his point, the journey never ends.....You just have to keep moving forward........

(07-04-2014 09:39 AM)Roosh Wrote:  Here is the cover:

Great cover. Does that building have some significance or was it just chosen for its unique architecture?

looks very Cidade dos Homens style

username: just chosen for its uniqueness.

If you can still change the cover you should. 'Roosh V' is in black and there is a black line going diagonal behind it. Not aesthetic. Either move it down a little bit or expand the background a little bit to move the black line. Everything else is great, though.

I put a slight white outline around my name and it definitely looks improved.

In the first half you mention you are reluctant about revealing what city are you in. Then later on you slip up and let the name go a couple of times.

Im sure its intentional, but I feel it would be better if you left the doubt or the city out.

(07-05-2014 07:34 PM)germanico Wrote:  In the first half you mention you are reluctant about revealing what city are you in. Then later on you slip up and let the name go a couple of times.

Im sure its intentional, but I feel it would be better if you left the doubt or the city out.

Leaving it mysterious is actually an interesting point.

(07-04-2014 08:38 PM)Roosh Wrote:  username: just chosen for its uniqueness.

I think it was very well chosen, actually. Your subconscious guided you in the right direction on this one...

The crumbling building seems to tie in with the vague atmosphere of decadence and decay that hovers over the writing.

It seems to suggest that, while a current system (or psyche) is crumbling, there contains the possibility of a mental renewal, of sorts...

I thought it was a good read, but with some caveats.

1) It isn't some step by step guide with how to's and top 10 lists or anything like that
2) Roosh writes about his experiences in Romania and in doing so he drops knowledge and insights. The reader gets inside his head how he sees the world.
3) It had some funny moments and dry humor
4) It's honest, he discusses his failures and setbacks in detail, no bullshitting that everything was perfect
5) It reads quickly the pages turn fast

Thanks so much for giving me advance copy to read Roosh!

(07-05-2014 07:34 PM)germanico Wrote:  In the first half you mention you are reluctant about revealing what city are you in. Then later on you slip up and let the name go a couple of times.

Im sure its intentional, but I feel it would be better if you left the doubt or the city out.

Not revealing the city is like realeasing a new bang-book without revealing where it's from. One purpose of reading the adventures is that you get a summary of what a particular place is like where you might never have been. Take that away and some of its charm is gone.

First off, thanks Roosh for the review copy. I haven't read any of the previous reviews, so here are some unfiltered thoughts:

-As someone who has traveled to weird foreign lands alone, I could really resonate and connect with the book. I suppose we like to glorify our conquests abroad and gloss over those days of introspection and struggle. I think you did an excellent job of highlighting bot ends of the spectrum.

-Despite this, the book can be used very much as a game guide. Even though this book was very introspective at times, this book also contained the most dialogue I've ever seen in your writing. There were a number of lines that I am going to jack straight off the page and use for myself! I especially like the aphrodisiac cocktail.

-I think this book is important for a younger man to read who is thinking about knocking off to some odd foreign land with poosy on his mind.

-I would have liked to have waited another six months and seen a profile of another land that you had traveled to in addition to Iasi. Perhaps half the book dedicated to Iasi and another half dedicated to another land, providing a more round scope of how elusive poosy paradise can be.

-I'm generally a close reader and quick to pick up on misspellings or grammatical blunders, but I didn't see any throughout the book.

-Lastly, it seems like there is some existential battle in your mind. You seem at odds with your lifestyle choices in this book. Perhaps it's time for a new location in the world for a few months where you focus on other things besides women.

(07-04-2014 09:39 AM)Roosh Wrote:  Here is the cover:

Try and put something to make your name stand out, maybe a small red outline, it kinda blends in with the background.

@plebhunter He could put his name in yellow, I tried to do it in Paint, but it turned out shitty. Try it yourself; his names just stands out and it a drastic contrast to the women and tittle


I read most of your book. I cant wait the next one; I will write a lengthy critique of your book as soon I get my fingers on it.

(07-07-2014 11:28 AM)Kvothe Wrote:  @plebhunter He could put his name in yellow, I tried to do it in Paint, but it turned out shitty. Try it yourself; his names just stands out and it a drastic contrast to the women and tittle


I read most of your book. I cant wait the next one; I will write a lengthy critique of your book as soon I get my fingers on it.

Sadly, he's returned to America.

I don't think there would be much interest in a book call "Pig-Out Paradise," where you hang at Royal Farm stores and try to lure tattooed, 200 pound beasts back to your place with promises of Krispy Kreme jelly donuts and paying off their baby-daddy's debts.

As a fan of Roosh's first anecdotal account, A Dead Bat in Paraguay, I was excited to read another one of his his travel tales. Whilst Why Can't I Use A Smiley Face provided some more of this type of reading, it was only a short book, and was a lot more downbeat than his other works – being based in North America and whatnot.

This new book is much longer, and doesn't span anywhere near as many countries (just one), however it's notable how much more experienced he is with the women he encounters, and how this affects his experiences. As other have said, this has some solid game advice woven in between the tales of persistence and self reflection.

Poosy Paradsise is written in the same blunt manner as people have come to expect, and contains the straight-faced, deadpan humour one anticipates from Roosh's work. He even mentions at one point, how he has a skill for delivering humourous lines without cracking a smile. Those familiar with the interview he did on the streets of Bucharest, where he made a disparaging yet amusing remark on the body shape of Danish girls, will of course know to what I refer.

As other reviews have noted, the book can get rather repetitive, which I suppose is to be expected with the subject matter. It is for this reason that I say it's not a page turner in the same way as Dead Bat, a book I was so gripped by I finished it over the course of one night. The unpredictability of that book isn't matched here I'm afraid, and there was also an endearing naivety to be found in the former which would be impossible to replicate this time round.

As others have mentioned, there are some wonderfully distasteful funny lines, much of their humour derived from their graphic vulgarity:

“I then had a strange instinct to take the little bit of juice on my finger and rub it on my cock to feed him a sample taste of her pussy, but I refrained”



It's a decent read, and it improves in the second half, although I'd say it's a bit too long for me to give it more than 3 stars out of 5. I wouldn't call it a depressing book at all, but I think younger people, who envision the life of a travelling nomadic bachelor as some kind of Leo DiCaprio thing, would get quite the wake up call that the lifestyle Roosh leads isn't for everyone. There are little gems of life lessons, and red-pill nuggets, that will cause even long-time readers to raise their eyebrows and nod.

To finish, I think Quintus sums it up most succinctly:

“There are enough sexual anecdotes to satisfy the voyeurs, enough philosophical asides to satisfy the wistful depressives, and enough malicious humor to enliven the cynics.”

(07-07-2014 11:38 AM)Days of Broken Arrows Wrote:  

(07-07-2014 11:28 AM)Kvothe Wrote:  @plebhunter He could put his name in yellow, I tried to do it in Paint, but it turned out shitty. Try it yourself; his names just stands out and it a drastic contrast to the women and tittle


I read most of your book. I cant wait the next one; I will write a lengthy critique of your book as soon I get my fingers on it.

Sadly, he's returned to America.

I don't think there would be much interest in a book call "Pig-Out Paradise," where you hang at Royal Farm stores and try to lure tattooed, 200 pound beasts back to your place with promises of Krispy Kreme jelly donuts and paying off their baby-daddy's debts.

I never went to America, I might to do as research assistant via the Fullbright, but what I read from him and others about America, I just cannot believe what is going on out there. I had some contact with Irish and British women, as I have seen they lack some sort of feminity, but again I have to go myself to really believe anything that is said here. I still find it...Ironic? No, something worse, maybe black humour? I cant be sure, but it makes me laugh, cringe and cry and the same time, but still my face is unmoved.

When is this book actually being released? Any updates?

I need to emphasize that, while I haven't gone through it in the full proofreading sense, I did not notice any typos, run-on sentences, extra spaces or other mistakes. It seemed like good to go to me.

Book will be released on August 1.

Hey Roosh,

Have you ever considered writing some fiction? I know you like to write about your travels and such, but I bet you could come up with some interesting worlds far removed from our own.

I'd love to have one of your books become a best seller and then have book clubs going nuts about it. Then when everyone is trying to figure it out, drop them on the head with a, "It's a critique of feminism."

(06-30-2014 05:27 PM)Roosh Wrote:  I appreciate the feedback so far.

Also, you guys shouldn't be afraid to offer criticisms. I know the book isn't perfect.

Man I can't wait to get a copy-I always wanted a Bang Romania but now it looks like my hope has actualized.

What's cool about you is how you found a way out the grey blandness of USA suburbia and cubicles slavery so, I respect your writing for that alone. IMO people that bitch over every little thing are clowns-so any haters I would ignore. Money and hos, money and hos.




The recon on RussianCupid shows-Romania, Moldova, Serbia, Estonia, Finland, Belarus, and Ukraine have the best talent. Maybe we'll see more game coverage from the ground in those spots emerging in the future. Something in my gut tells me Belarus will be the next RVF Poland in terms of love for it. It appears to be a land full of Penthouse Pet looking chicks who are down to Earth.

I finished reading it a week or so ago.

Poosy Paradise is Roosh V's latest memoir. Set in Romania in 2013, Roosh analytically narrates his stay and his constant search for the much coveted Poosy Paradise.

Like much of Roosh's previous writing, the honest and unfiltered thoughts allow the reader to really capture his thought processes and views. His analysis of women, men, game and culture are present throughout the book, giving the reader an understanding of the world through another man's eyes.
Something new in this book, is Roosh's fame in Romania gathered through television appearances. He attempts to utilise this fame to bolster his successes with the local women with somewhat surprising results. The realistic results and detail about failures are refreshing and a common trait in Roosh's writing, facilitating a sense of realism in his endeavours. The Game community has immense respect for Roosh and his lifestyle and many men see it as the pinnacle of freedom. Poosy Paradise shows the readers that despite enjoying a life of freedom there is always the need for hard work, and various everyday struggles will never disappear.

Many men who are Game-aware will be able to relate to Poosy Paradise, and the women which Roosh writes about, as well as the manner in which he treats them.

Poosy Paradise was effortless to read, keeping readers entertained through dry humour and interesting stories.
The book focusses substantially towards game and women, further details about the city, and it's features could have allowed for a pleasant change of pace within the book, this added information also would've allowed the book to feel unlike extended blog posts in some parts.

If you've enjoyed other books written by Roosh, it is rather likely you will enjoy Poosy Paradise too.

******minor spoiler alerts*******

This is a good book. Roosh writes of his times in Romania, looking for beautiful women to bang. The reader gets a look into his head, to observe and analyze the strategies and techniques that he uses. In that regard, the book is entertaining and informative. I learned a lot about game.

How many men have gone through the trials of tribulations of actively seeking out sex in a foreign land, knowing no one, not speaking the language, having only himself to make things happen? I personally have, and it can be disorienting, frustrating, and disappointing. Objectively, Roosh manages pretty well. He bangs more than a few girls, including one who is very into him and offers him sex on demand. He continues to search for the paradise that eludes him, however, even with this good-looking, docile, feminine girl at his beckon.

Which is ultimately the main point to take from Poosy Paradise. That the paradise that we seek is elusive. The search for poosy paradise may be congruent with the search for meaning and contentment in life generally, in that once we achieve what we want and attain a certain level of happiness, we start to want more, and the process begins anew. In his search, Roosh got what he thought that he wanted and decided to stay. But it only made him discontent in the long run, and disconsolate.

As a writer, Roosh exceeds in analyzing and explaining male-female sexual relations, and game techniques. I have probably learned more from him about women than I have from any other man. I greatly admire his work and his contribution to my life, and I will continue to read his work. A memoir is a different beast, however, and I think that Poosy Paradise could have used a more breezy, humorous tone, something a bit more sentimental. Generally some more advanced vocabulary and unexpected turns of phrase would probably have helped keep the book moving. The book is good, but feels dry - which is good for explaining game, but a bit depressing when crafting a tale.

Recommended.

My review of Poosy Paradise. Spoilers within, of course.

Its going on my blog as soon as I can find a Wordpress plugin that allows to switch from english to spanish within one same post. Any tips would be appreciated.

My blog: http://www.davidgermanico.com

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It is said that when Alexander the Great reached the end of his campaign of conquests, he sat down on the edge of his empire and cried.

Not because he was a little pussy, but because there was nothing else left for him to conquer.

In Roosh´s Poosy Paradise, he doesnt cries (because he is no pussy), but you can feel the sadness and frustration that eats him away as he delves on his mission to find his own personal "poosy paradise" in Romania.

So what is a poosy paradise? a place where a man can find hapiness and sexual satisfaction through his relationships with women. A place where he can, easily and abundantly, have a steady flow of not just every woman he fancies, but every woman he deserves.

So, does he finds his own personal poosy paradise in Romania?

Hardly.

He, at first, thinks he did, bedding a string of attractive women within his first few days of arriving. But then, the stream turns down into a mere trickle. He has to dedicate a lot of effort and time just to get girls to respond. Through some television interviews, he has achieved some fame, to the point where he is rutinely recognized in the street. He finds that this fame game is playing against him more than, as would be expected, helping him get laid.

Through his new friends, an adonis bodied "aesthetic" and a self-titled "money man", he paints a contrast. Everything the lay man thinks will facilitate game and provide a steady flow of poon, be it fame, money, or looks, is useless in the battlefield. Game trumps it all. Its is his game, and his game alone, that allows him to bounce back and find this flow again. However, he finds that, just like his taste in coffee, his taste in women has gone up. His tolerance for crappy, stuck up, princess like behaviour in women is no more. Women, and attitudes, that he might have found acceptable, even attractive back in America, no longer make the cut.

His experience, as his value, have gone up steadily since he first ventured out of DC. Why then must he accept less than he deserves? He explains to one of his new aquaintances how these women they are looking at from a high-end club VIP balcony, would be considered 10s back in America, how they would make any american man pack up and leave for Eastern Europe never to go back again. But not him, not anymore. He has worked hard to become a 10, a man any woman should be proud to land. Why then would he content himself with leftovers, with any attention, affection, or sex women throw his way, like scraps for the dogs? He even kicks out a girl after she demands him to submit and "not come" as she wants to during the mediocre sex she was putting out.

We created, through our own inaction, a world where man is no longer valuable. Where a man needs to work harder and harder each passing day just to stay in the game. Where will man achieve his Poosy Paradise?

Finally, just mere weeks before he has to leave the country, Roosh finds what he though he was looking for. A hot, young, kind woman that seems to adore him and accept him without needing or asking anything back.

But then she becomes increasingly needy, asking for more and more in the bargain. More time, more affection, more than Roosh is willing to give. In the end, he leaves without looking back, wanting to feel sad, wanting to perhaps want to stay, but he doesnt. He is not going back to this poosy paradise, because he has discovered that paradise is not one place on the map, but a personal quest, a way of life. He loves the hunt, the travel, the nomadicness. What he wants, needs, craves, is not the constant flow of opportunities, but the thrill of the struggle, the constant challenge of arriving to new horizons and decoding the game, finding satisfaction not through the women he encounters, but in achieving the capacity of being beyond them. He no longer needs to "game" them, he does it because its fun.

In his own dark, self deprecating humour, Roosh delivers once again, not a memoir, but a cautionary tale. Although this is not a "game" manual, "Bang Romania" or a how-to step by step book, Roosh hides valuable nuggets of game gold if you read between the lines. Even the most experienced player can learn from this travel journal. If a man is to find "Poosy Paradise" it wont be in a particular place or through some particular women, but in his own self, in overcoming his own limitations and personal struggles. Women can satisfy you, but they will never complete you.

Well I've been a bit swamped lately but I finally finished it this morning.

Poosy Paradise is quite different from his previous memoirs which I also read. I would say that the Roosh in this book is a very different man than the one in Dead Bat in Paraguay, has game is much tighter, he's wiser and more more experienced in every way but has become more jaded to the world- I guess 5 years of nearly continuous travel and fornicating will do that to you. There are moments where Roosh seems disillusioned with pickup and the international player lifestyle, but then he experiences a success and he's back in the game. Despite the struggles he endures, its clear Roosh has become a master of his craft, worlds ahead game-wise from where he was in the first memoir.

The book is filled with ups and downs, though I will I say I found it repetitive at times- I kept thinking, "ok, where is this going, what is this leading to? What is next?" But kept reading because those moments were invariably followed up by an event that would recapture my interest.

I get the impression there were times when Roosh may have thought the same thing to himself. Throughout the book, he seems to swing back and forth between either acknowledging or suppressing an existential crisis about his life. In the end he seems to decide that for him it is the quest for the ideal of Poosy Paradise is what matters, not whether or not such a thing actually physically exists. There are always more levels to advance, more room to grow, and the journey doesn't have to have an end.

Overall it was decent read (that period sex description on pg. 132 was a little too graphic for me though ). I did not enjoy it nearly as much as DBIP though. I think that is partly because on a personal level, I can relate pre-South America Roosh more than than the one we meet here. (I'm about almost the same age as he was in DBIP and I'm planning planning my own trip to SA). Poosy Paradise was to me a darker, more cynical book than it's predecessors. Fans will like it, but I definitely would not recommend it to someone unfamiliar with his work.

Thanks for the review copy Roosh.

PS- I do really like the cover design It has a cool, retro 60s-era movie poster look to it. Good choice.