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I am not a fan of personal development books written by so called motivational writers. I prefer writers that have previously done something with their life. However, I received this as a gift from my best friend and I was feeling a little bit under the weather so I felt that some motivation was welcomed. I tried to keep my heart open and was prepared to absorb as many life-changing advices as possible.
I knew the book was total garbage from the first 20 pages but I tried to give it a chance and pressed on. I read so many reviews that claimed that reading this changed their life so I thought that it must be me. After I realized that it is not me but the book I still kept reading so I can write an informed hate review. So there it is.
The Monk who sold his Ferrari makes me think about a fish stew, and not a good one. Usually, in fish stews you add different kinds of leftover fish and seafood that is not very fresh but not gone bad either. Then, you put a lot of tomato juice and condiments to give a strong taste so nobody knows that the fish is not at their best.
This book feels the same. The author collected a variety of cliche, already discussed ideas such as positive thinking, meditation, goal prioritization, focus, getting up early, more exercise and yes, oh yes, eating of live food aka becoming a vegetarian. The last bit almost made me to throw the book to a wall. So, what do you do when you have absolutely nothing new to say but you want to make it interesting so everybody buys your book? Bingo, you use a fable.
Everybody loves one, right? So, in order to touch the main target group, the depressed corporate employee, you take a lawyer as a main character. You add a bit of drama, a heart attack, which pushes the hero to quit his job and leave in a quest to find himself? Where does the hero go?
You guessed it…India, of course. After he spends some time with a very isolated yogi group in the Himalayas he comes back to the US enlightened, looking 30 years younger and ready to help others find the true path to happiness and health. The first victim is a colleague lawyer to whom our hero presents the complex ancient philosophy in one night. Yup, this is all it takes to become a new person.
Most of the book is a dialogue between the “monk” and his moronic friend. The disciple is so entranced by the sage of his mentor that he agrees with everything he says, no questions are asked and all the proposed techniques and ideas are immediately adopted. I sometime wondered if hypnotization was used.
Maybe I could have digested all these ideas if the book had been well written. Which it wasn’t. A 10 year old could have done a better job. It was boring and ridiculous.
I categorized this book under spoofs because it made me laugh so much. I wanted to stop reading it because I found it ridiculous, but I wouldn’t feel worthy of panning it here if I hadn’t completed it and the joy of sharing my take on this book kept me turning pages and dog-earring quotable pages.
First, let me be clear, I like me some cheese; I like it with crackers and I like it with wine and I like it in my entertainment and personal growth. That this book is cheesier than a Velveeta factory was not the problem. The problem is that you have to back cheese up with some realism to make it relatable and digestable. Sharma does not do this.
Sharma did one thing that I very much did like, at least he may have done this, naming the book. It’s a great title and made me want to read it immediately as I already had the book outlined in my head based upon the title and it was very good. I should have stuck with my own fantasy. Instead, there’s a ton of new age advice espoused thru a very dumb fable that serves as some new age pnuemonic (which it takes John, the “student”, most of the book to get and then is praised heavily by Julian, “the teacher” for this observation like a special ed teacher giving a student a lollipop for looking both ways before crossing the street. Actually, this typifies most of their interactions… only a special ed student would eventually become resentful of the condescension… But this never happens to John because he is a complete idiot, oh, sorry, I mean “empty cup”. He’s more like an empty thimble who’s practically ejaculating over every trite concept Julian throws his way with wide eyed awe.).
Maybe these immaculate revelations would have had more of an impact on me as a teenager, but you would’ve had to get to me in early adolescence to impress me with the wonder of “think positive thoughts!”, “prioritize what’s important in your life!”, “live in the now!”, “find a purpose!”, etc. etc. I love new age ideas and concepts, but Sharma just reguritates other people’s wisdom and doesn’t even make it interesting or unique. He even quotes himself from the book in the book! Each lesson has a summary of key ideas, actions, etc. and in each one he quotes himself, from the chapter you JUST READ, which has to earn him Douche of the Month, if not DOTYear in my opinion.
He is also an awful writer, most evident in his use of speaker tags and abuse of adjectives, which were actually my favorite part of the book-they were that bad. here are some fun examples:
“‘Do I have to find a special lake to apply the Secret of the Lake?’ I asked innocently.”
“Hardly ‘new age,'” he said, with a broad grin lighting up his radiant face.
Julian remembering the monks:
“I still remember seeing these wonderful looking people seated on the little bamboo chairs reading their strangely bound books with the subtle smiles of enlightenment unforlding across their lips.”
“Easy, big fella! I couldn’t agree with you more,” offered Julian with all the warth and patience of a wise, loving grandfather.
Here’s my favorite part of the book. John is talking about his big belly:
“It’s really not that big,” Julian suggested in a consoling tone.
“Then why does Jenny call me Mr. Donut?” I said, breaking into a broad smile.
Julian started to laugh. I had to follow. Soon the two of us were howling on the floor.
“I guess if you can’t laugh at yourself who can you laugh at?” I said, still giggling.
Oh, I could go on and on, because Sherma does in this same manner. Sigh, it feels good to get this out. In summary, the book doesn’t espouse anything bad or incorrect, it just does it in a really pathetic and sometimes insultingly condescending way.