“Not your typical travel writing..”
Gabe W wrote this review Wednesday, September 30 2009. ( reply | permalink ) Was this review helpful? Yes | No“outsiders view of india and how she changed her mind from hating it to loving it”
Chris K wrote this review Thursday, September 24 2009. ( reply | permalink ) Was this review helpful? Yes | No“Good Book! Irreverent and funny in party and self indulgent in others. A quick sketch of all the different religious groups in India. I learned things.”
Anjana N wrote this review Thursday, September 24 2009. ( reply | permalink ) Was this review helpful? Yes | No“ghost of a rose said: 4 stars
I chose this book because it had both the India tag and the humor one, but the only thing about it that I think really fits the humor tag is the front cover. There is some dry, subtle humor, but basically this is a more serious-minded work. It is a nonfiction account of an Australian woman's experience of India. MacDonald didn't just travel in India, but lived there for a couple of years, so her book has more range and detail than the usual travel narrative does.
MacDonald's focus is primarily on the culture of India, especially the religions. She also examines a few cultural traditions such as wedding traditions, arranged marriages, and the role of women, but mostly this book is centered around the richly varied spiritual practices in India. With the striking exception of a lake in Kashmir, there isn't much description of the natural setting, nor is there much discussion of the cuisine except as it pertains to religious practices.
It is quite an interesting and well-written book. MacDonald really immersed herself in numerous and astonishingly varied religions and sects to get a wide experience of all that India could teach her. Some of her studies include Sufism, the Sikhs, Hinduism, Tibetan Buddhism (including some time spent with the Dalai Lama), Kundalini Yoga, and Islam. Others are more surprising: a Divine Feminine sect that worships a woman considered to be the living incarnation of all the Goddesses, a branch of Indian Jews, Catholicism, Vipassana meditation, and Zoroastrianism (an ancient and very exclusive religion believed to be the possible predecessor of Judaism, Christianity, and Islam.)
Holy Cow is anything but a dry philosophical study, though. It is sometimes funny, sometimes scary, and sometimes exciting, such as when she and her husband are awakened by an earthquake. And especially when, in India on September 2001, they were caught up in the events and aftermath of the terrorist attacks on the Twin Towers and her husband narrowly escaped death as a result.
MacDonald has a gift for description, and she avoids romanticizing the country or its people, seeing both the richness and the flaws. More than any other India book I've read, there is a strong sense of the poverty, filth, noise, pollution, disease, and pervasive overcrowding that she encountered no matter where she went in India. I've always wanted to visit there, but I have to say that this book made me think twice about that. But I also feel that she probably presents a much more realistic picture of the country than I've gotten from other books I've read. And her unsentimental approach is balanced by a genuine love of the people and open-minded respect for all of the spiritual teachings.
In judging this book by its cover, I expected a slapstick, goofy romp through India. What I got instead was something I appreciated much more: an highly informative and vivid look at India's culture, particularly its wide range of spiritual teachings.
Quotes from Holy Cow!:
"I've always been too angry, using this emotion as an active alternative to depression and hopelessness . . . I've always see anger as strong and sadness as weak, but now sorrow seems stronger than fury. It's less likely to spread the energy of hate, an energy that must have consumed those terrorists. If I can be strong enough to use my Buddhist training by not giving in to anger, then I become less like them; I can help stop the cycle of hatred and violence. I realize that life is precious and tenuous and I need to focus on what I do believe in and what sustains me: my family, my husband, my friends and the lotus people - those who grow tall and beautiful above the muck and mud of humanity."
"In the morning we wake up sadder than before, older than yesterday and exhausted by living."
"Songs are like religions; they mean different things to people at different times of their lives because they speak direction to the heart and soul."
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“This book is tagged "humor", but the only thing about it that I think really fits the humor tag is the front cover. There is some dry, subtle humor, but basically this is a more serious-minded work. It is a nonfiction account of an Australian woman's experience of India. MacDonald didn't just travel in India, but lived there for a couple of years, so her book has more range and detail than the usual travel narrative does.
MacDonald's focus is primarily on the culture of India, especially the religions. She also examines a few cultural traditions such as wedding traditions, arranged marriages, and the role of women, but mostly this book is centered around the richly varied spiritual practices in India. With the striking exception of a lake in Kashmir, there isn't much description of the natural setting, nor is there much discussion of the cuisine except as it pertains to religious practices.
It is quite an interesting and well-written book. MacDonald really immersed herself in numerous and astonishingly varied religions and sects to get a wide experience of all that India could teach her. Some of her studies include Sufism, the Sikhs, Hinduism, Tibetan Buddhism (including some time spent with the Dalai Lama), Kundalini Yoga, and Islam. Others are more surprising: a Divine Feminine sect that worships a woman considered to be the living incarnation of all the Goddesses, a branch of Indian Jews, Catholicism, Vipassana meditation, and Zoroastrianism (an ancient and very exclusive religion believed to be the possible predecessor of Judaism, Christianity, and Islam.)
Holy Cow is anything but a dry philosophical study, though. It is sometimes funny, sometimes scary, and sometimes exciting, such as when she and her husband are awakened by an earthquake. And especially when, in India on September 2001, they were caught up in the events and aftermath of the terrorist attacks on the Twin Towers and her husband narrowly escaped death as a result.
MacDonald has a gift for description, and she avoids romanticizing the country or its people, seeing both the richness and the flaws. More than any other India book I've read, there is a strong sense of the poverty, filth, noise, pollution, disease, and pervasive overcrowding that she encountered no matter where she went in India. I've always wanted to visit there, but I have to say that this book made me think twice about that. But I also feel that she probably presents a much more realistic picture of the country than I've gotten from other books I've read. And her unsentimental approach is balanced by a genuine love of the people and open-minded respect for all of the spiritual teachings.
In judging this book by its cover, I expected a slapstick, goofy romp through India. What I got instead was something I appreciated much more: an highly informative and vivid look at India's culture, particularly its wide range of spiritual teachings.
(291 pages)
Quotes from Holy Cow!:
"I've always been too angry, using this emotion as an active alternative to depression and hopelessness . . . I've always see anger as strong and sadness as weak, but now sorrow seems stronger than fury. It's less likely to spread the energy of hate, an energy that must have consumed those terrorists. If I can be strong enough to use my Buddhist training by not giving in to anger, then I become less like them; I can help stop the cycle of hatred and violence. I realize that life is precious and tenuous and I need to focus on what I do believe in and what sustains me: my family, my husband, my friends and the lotus people - those who grow tall and beautiful above the muck and mud of humanity."
"In the morning we wake up sadder than before, older than yesterday and exhausted by living."
"Songs are like religions; they mean different things to people at different times of their lives because they speak direction to the heart and soul."”
“I rally enjoyed this book.”
luxereduxhome wrote this review Thursday, July 30 2009. ( reply | permalink ) Was this review helpful? Yes | No“looks good ”
vamshi_dvk wrote this review Thursday, July 30 2009. ( reply | permalink ) Was this review helpful? Yes | No“Sort of funny but not laugh out loud.”
VernDude wrote this review Sunday, June 28 2009. ( reply | permalink ) Was this review helpful? Yes | No“avoidable...”
Garima wrote this review Sunday, June 28 2009. ( reply | permalink ) Was this review helpful? Yes | No“I was given this book as a gift from someone (an Aussie) who had read it and knowing of my deep desire to see India thought I would enjoy it. While it is certainly not what one would deem informative travel literature it does paint a picture, a really nasty, messy, disgusting one. So yes, India is dirty, not hard to imagine a country of that size with that many people and such bad infrastructure as being filthy. India is full of seemingly childish, irresponsible people who can't find their way anywhere and just want to take your money, way to be objective and tell a non fictional account!
I rarely if ever felt that the author even remotely enjoyed one minute of being in such a wondrous, thought provoking place. It was just endless complaining about the noise, the heat, the squalor, the people. Even when supposedly enjoying herself, she snuck in little barbs about the country. All the so called humor tended to be at the expense of Indians, a people with very little who were always willing to share and help her when they could. In the end this book is just another "selfish, bourgeois western agnostic, searches for God in the crazy whirligig of MAD, DIRTY India!"
This is not something I would recommend for those travelling to India, unless they just want to be scared off their trip.”