Yoga for People Who Can't Be Bothered to Do It
By Geoff Dyer
(Vintage, Paperback, 9781400031672, 272pp.)
Publication Date: January 6, 2004
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This isn’t a self-help book; it’s a book about how Geoff Dyer could do with a little help. In mordantly funny and thought-provoking prose, the author of Out of Sheer Rage describes a life most of us would love to live—and how that life frustrates and aggravates him.
As he travels from Amsterdam to Cambodia, Rome to Indonesia, Libya to Burning Man in the Black Rock Desert, Dyer flounders about in a sea of grievances, with fleeting moments of transcendental calm his only reward for living in a perpetual state of motion. But even as he recounts his side-splitting misadventures in each of these locales, Dyer is always able to sneak up and surprise you with insight into much more serious matters. Brilliantly riffing off our expectations of external and internal journeys, Dyer welcomes the reader as a companion, a fellow perambulator in search of something and nothing at the same time.
Geoff Dyer is the author of three novels: The Color of Memory, The Search, and Paris Trance;
a critical study of John Berger, Ways of Telling; and three genre-defying titles: But Beautiful (winner
of the 1972 Somerset Maugham Prize), The Missing of the Somme, and Out of Sheer Rage (a National Book Critics Circle finalist). He lives in London, where he spends much of his time wishing he lived in San Francisco.
“Uproarious, unclassifiable. . . exquisitely manic. . . . [Dyer is] assuredly among the funniest writers alive.” —San Francisco Chronicle
“A delightfully original book. . . . Dyer’s writing brims with offbeat insights that had me chuckling for hours later, or reading aloud to dinner companions.” —Tony Horowitz, The New York Times Book Review
“A freewheeling, bawdy, elegant tour of a brilliant mind.” —Steve Martin
“An irresistibly funny storyteller, [Dyer] is adept at fiction, essay, and reportage, but happiest when twisting all three into something entirely his own.” —The New Yorker
“Utterly unclassifiable. If Hunter S. Thompson, Roland Barthes, Paul Theroux and Sylvia Plath all went on holiday together in the same body, perhaps they could come up with something like it. This is the funniest book I have read for a very long time.” —William Shawcross, Independent on Sunday