I read this book in the heart of the mania surrounding it. It was around 1995, if I recall correctly. Oh my, what a piece of shit it was. I vividly remember sitting down and devouring the entire thing in one go, all while sipping on a really cheap bottle of red wine, naively expecting a transcendental experience.
Suffice it to say, after finishing the book, I felt pretty cheated. Instead of being elevated to some higher plane of understanding, I was left with a sense of disappointment. I DO remember feeling really paranoid afterward, but I'm not sure if it was because of the wine or the book itself.
And did I mention that it was a piece of shit? I think I can't emphasize that enough. The story was dull, the characters were one-dimensional, and the writing was lackluster. It was truly a waste of my time and money. I would not recommend this book to anyone, unless they have a penchant for bad literature.
A Mea Culpa for Me and Ruby!
Once upon a time, in the distant past, I was an Entertainment Insurance Underwriter for AIG, albeit a junior one. I had the privilege of reading numerous scripts, interacting with many famous people, and receiving a handsome paycheck. It was a period filled with excessive partying, cocaine use, an expense account, 1.5 assistants, and daily hangovers. One fateful day, I discovered that I had written a movie policy so successful in its clever exclusions that it deprived an entire family of any AIG benefits after a tragic helicopter crash. I learned this when the current CEO visited the San Francisco office and decided to stop by and share the "good news" with this promising young underwriter. That was the day I realized the evil within me. Looking inside, I saw very little of value. Soon after, I quit my job and became a counselor for homeless kids, thus changing the course of my life.
During this time, I had an associate named Ruby. Our relationship was complex, revolving around sex, drugs, and a long trip to Turkey. Ruby was a Crisis Management Underwriter, writing policies for those working in danger zones. Her policies included kidnap insurance, explosion insurance (for cars, buildings, and homes), insurance that incorporated services from high-tech spy and security group Kroll and information brokers/hostage negotiators Pinkerton, and insurance that allowed one to insure various limbs and appendages for a financial return in case of kidnap and torture-amputation. Her promotional materials included an empty swing with a teddy bear (for kidnap insurance), the world on fire (representing global coverage), and some cute little gray styrofoam bombs. No kidding. Later, she too quit her job and moved on to buying and selling condominiums.
We were two heartless individuals. Ruby's favorite book in the entire world was The Celestine Prophecy. It shaped her view on life and how to live it, "teaching her so much." She read it multiple times and loaned it to me. I loved it as well. "It spoke to me," giving me a perspective on the world that had my empty little head nodding in agreement repeatedly while reading. Good grief! This must have been an extraordinary book indeed if it could provide such toxic, horrible individuals with a strange, personalized spirituality and a host of new agey life lessons to cling to desperately. Sometimes, you can judge the value of a book by the readers who love it.