حدودا ده سال پيش،وقتي پونزده شونزده ساله بودم، از کتاباي پائولو کوئيلو بيشتر لذت مي بردم تا حالا...الان يکم کتاباش به نظرم تکراري ميان...نميدونم شايد اينم از نشونه هاي پيري باشه! اين کتاب هم حرف تازه اي براي گفتن نداشت، تقريبا مثل کتاباي ديگه کوئيلو...همين.

We get to follow the author on his pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela, on his search for a sword and insight. This book shifts between being tedious, unbeliavable and deeply inspirational. It is easy to see how this journey lay the ground for works like "Veronica decides to die", "Zahir" and "the Alchemist".

This is the 4th Paulo Coelho book I've read, and my least favorite so far. Not that there's anything wrong with it, per se, but I can definitely see his evolution as a writer from this (his first) to The Witch of Portobello (his most recent and one of my faves).

For me, this book was slower, less relatable (if only because very few people are on this kind of a mystical quest) and just less smoothly written overall. I also had a hard time sympathizing with the protagonist.

Now, that's not to say that there was nothing good about this book! It's still a unique story with lots of good messages delivered.

But if this is anyone's first experience with Coelho, I say pick up the Zahir, the Witch of Portobello, or the Alchemist, and give him another chance.

«نخستین بار رویاهایمان با تمام نیرو در درونمان منفجر میشود ،بسیار شجاعیم اما هنوز جنگیدن رانیاموخته ایم .با تلاش بسیار جنگیدن را می آموزیم اما در آن هنگام دیگر شجاعت ورود به عرصه نبرد را نداریم . پس بر علیه خود بر میخیزیم و نبرد را در درون خود ادامه میدهیم و خود به بدترین دشمن خود بدل میشویم .میگوییم رویا هایمان کودکانه اند یا دشوارتر از آنند که تحقق یابند،یا حاصل آگاهی ناکافی از زندگی اند .رویاهایمان را می کشیم چون از جنگیدن در نبرد نیک میترسیم .»

از نشانه های کشتن رویاهایمان : کمبود وقت ، زندگی را ماجراجویی عظیم نمیبینیم ، آرامش.

«راز شمشیرم از آن من است هرگز آن را بر هیچکس آشکار نمیکنم»

«انسان ها هموراه در لحظه ی مناسب به مکانی میرسند که انتظارش را میکشند»

یکی از صحنه های کتاب رو دوس داشتم و اون حمله بردن به سگ سیاه بود
تا با ترس روبه رو نشی از بین نمیره
کتاب زیاد بدی نبود و بعضی چیزای آموزنده داشت
اینکه تا راهنمای کسی نشی،نمیتونی راهی که قبلا رفتی رو درک کنی
یعنی تا چیزی رو که آموختی درس ندی،پی به ماهیت و ذاتش نمیبری
با همه این ها کتاب رو نپسندیدم
:)

Foi mais doloroso e cansativo ler este livro do que fazer a pé os 779 km do Caminho Francês de Santiago.

Chegada do meu segundo Caminho Francês, tendo percorrido os 779 km durante 33 dias, entre Maio e Junho deste ano, e tendo conhecido dezenas de pessoas a fazer o mesmo percurso e com o mesmo destino, chamou-me a atenção o número elevado de pessoas que estavam ali por causa deste livro.

Apesar do autor referir com muita frequência em entrevistas que este livro não é um guia, físico ou espiritual, do Caminho, continuo sem perceber o objectivo do mesmo. E concluo que se tivesse lido este livro antes, nunca tinha tido esta experiência.

Apesar de conseguirmos olhar para a experiência de percorrer a pé este caminho, e a maneira como o percorremos, como uma grande metáfora da nossa vida, é impossível ler este livro como a ficção que o autor nos quer vender.

Se assim fosse, não se usava da sua experiência pessoal, física e emocional, não descrevia as etapas típicas do Caminho Francês, não relatava a história deste Caminho e desta peregrinação,...

A única ficção aqui observada são as várias fases da sua prática mística (que desconheço se é ficcional), pois não vão encontrar demónios em forma de um cão preto, não vão ter experiências sobrenaturais, nem vão encontrar uma espada para fazer um “combate”...

E é este uso "abusivo" e "indefenido" de uma peregrinção e prática milenar, que mais uma vez desconheço se é intencional ou não, para contar uma história supostamente mágica e mística, que na minha opinião, muito mal escrita, é que me provocou muito desconforto, desde a primeira à última página.

Enquanto acompanhava a garota, ia-me lembrando da história do Portal do Perdão. Era uma espécie de “arranjo” que a Igreja tinha feito com os peregrinos doentes, já que dali para a frente o Caminho voltava a ser acidentado e cheio de montanhas até Compostela. Então, no século XII, um Papa dissera que quem não tivesse forças para ir adiante, bastava atravessar o Portal do Perdão e receberia as mesmas indulgências dos peregrinos que chegavam ao fim do Caminho. Num passe de mágica, o tal Papa tinha resolvido o problema das montanhas e estimulado as peregrinações.”

Well, blame me for thinking this book would be about a pilgrimage of the Camino de Santiago.
The whole concept of The Order of the RAM felt weird to me and I couldn’t wait to finish the book and be over with it. Also, the practices of the Tradition seemed a bit useless as they were only providing Coelho momentary peace. If it wasn’t peace it was a frustration at not seeing a meaning in what was asked of him to do.
The character of Petrus was at least more interesting than Coelho since he wasn’t very talkative about himsef. It made him somewhat mysterious although we had learned his purpose of being Coelho’s master.
In the end, the only bits I enjoyed were the descriptions of Spanish landscapes and villages on this route to Santiago de Compostela.

The Pilgrimage is the first book by Brazilian author, Paulo Coelho, and translated into English by Alan Clarke. As a devotee of the Tradition, at 38 years old, Paulo makes the mistake, at the ceremony of his ordination as a Master of the Order of RAM, of assuming he is worthy of the sword, and then learns that he will have to travel the Road to Santiago de Castelin (aka the Jacobean route, the Milky Way) in Spain, to find it.

This book is his account of that pilgrimage, undertaken in 1986 with a Master of RAM guide, Petrus. Previously published as The Diary of a Magus, this is apparently non-fiction, but often reads like fiction. His tale includes a demon in the guise of a gypsy, a possessed dog, and a guide whose advice is often enigmatic or cryptic. It features a generous helping of symbolism, quite a few (occasionally trite) aphorisms, and eleven ritual exercises that each Pilgrim must practice. Tedious, verging on boring, this feels more than a little contrived.

Magia, religione o...fantasy?

Sto percorrendo in questi giorni (ormai alla fine, ahimè) il cammino di Santiago, dove ho conosciuto gente proveniente da tutti gli angoli del mondo, tra cui un grande numero di brasiliani.
Alla domanda tipica "come mai qui?", molti di questi mi hanno risposto che l'idea era venuta dopo aver letto il libro di Coelho "Il cammino di Santiago".

Perche non leggerlo durante il cammino, mi sono chiesto? Ho acquistato l'ebook e pian piano l'ho (faticosamente, molto) letto.

Non riesco a non chiedermi come faccia un libro così insulso, balordo, infantile, sempliciotto, ridicolo fare attraversare l'oceano a cosi tante persone per fare qualcosa che non c'entra nulla col cammino descritto nel libro.

Per me è un mistero.

I enjoy every book by Paulo Cuelho that I've read (12 to date) and this one, his first, has touched me in tha same way the Alchemist did. Perhaps it's the common theme of searching for a way a path a meaning and the fact that I can empathise strongly with the sentiment, having walked that exact road to Santiago. The mysticism in some of the events of the journey, with hindsight, are a bit too far of a step for me personally but the whole journey of the pilgimage to Santiago and the learning and growth acheived by the author do strike a chord and I'm sure it will in others. Altogether an easy read that inspires and teaches in an unassuming way.

انسان ها همواره در لحظه ي مناسب به مكاني ميرسند كه انتظارشان را ميكشند.

Pilgrimage offers a bunch of inspiring quotes but drags big-time as it progresses. The novel structure doesn't really work for this one and its more like a travelogue.