Roosh’s account of his conversion from womanizer and embittered fornicator to Christianity, after his beloved sister’s death which shook him at his foundations. Delivered in his characteristic workman’s prose─plain and straightforward, that leaves no taste on one’s literary palate. This work bears testimony to the powerful (and positive) changes Christianity can induce in a person, so much so as to make a complete 180 degree turn. By the end of his conversion Roosh might as well have been legally a different person, because his behavior pattern was unrecognizable.
Where before he loved to fill the void in his heart with parties, alcohol, and fornication, now he fills his heart with God and consequently developed a hatred for vices. His newly acquired ascetic tendencies allow him to endure suffering and accept misfortune with equanimity, instead of seeking to avoid that pain or dull it with self-destructive behaviors.
Where before he drew pleasure from ogling women as part of a licentious lifestyle, now his love for God allows him to draw pleasure from beholding God’s work, namely nature. Appreciaton of the synthetic, pornographic, and superficial, is replaced by a fascination for the authentic and the aesthetic─a love for the Beautiful and the True. He now finds magic in watching birds and mountainscapes.
Where before he regarded others in a shallow and facetious manner, now he feels a deep love and kindness towards his fellow man. His success at manipulating women into sleeping with him, the consistency of the input -> output pattern, lent him to see them as inferior, or as objects. Christianity gave him an understanding for the depth of the human soul as well as its infirmities, and consequently he developed patience and understanding in regarding fellow sinners like himself.
Where before he would have easily compromised his principles for his physical wellbeing, now he developed the strong courage of a Christian. As a result of his belief in the afterlife, he would not sacrifice his life or comfort to accommodate evil. He knows that his soul belongs to God and only he can hurt it by the decisions he makes.
I found Roosh’s descriptions of the simple, traditional life to be inspiring and you could feel the pain for missing out on the better life he could’ve given himself in the story of how a little girl made a drawing for him. It’s those moments that are life’s treasures for ordinary people. Roosh gives a window into the better lives some of us could lead and later contrasts that with the urban hellscapes of liberal cities. But never throughout did I find his prose compelling. If there was a word to describe it, it would be ‘deadpan’ or ‘monotone’. I could hardly feel any emotional charge one way or the other. Without emotional charge the book has little in ways of persuasion to cultivate on one hand, a love for Christ and all things beautiful, and on the other hand disgust for liberal values and the products thereof. Consequently, it is weak in this respect.
His appreciation for nature was budding. If you live in the city, it may rub off on you or you may find it refreshing. But if you live in the countryside, his can seem weak in comparison. Fascinating, if nothing else, in the same way one observes a child’s development.
If the book starts with 1 star for the effort of writing it, it gets another 2 because reading it increased my faith and virtue. That, it accomplished.
I subtract one star because of his advocacy for civic nationalism which is anathema to Scripture and natural order. The following quote is a very good example of why you never let racial outsiders dictate your interests, no matter how good they may seem otherwise in whatever regard, because theirs will never align with your own:
“Many parts of suburban Washington, DC also have a large Hispanic population, so I felt almost at home. If you use the faulty language of the left-right dichotomy, I am a “conservative.” I’m supposed to dislike the huge influx of Hispanics coming into the country since I didn’t vote to live in Mexico, but it’s hard to hate them. I’ve never been bothered by a Hispanic; they usually keep to themselves. First-generation immigrants are blue-collar workers, similar to my parents, and family-oriented. Some even possess a strong Catholic faith. Unlike the people in Laguna Beach, they don’t ache for fame and status. I know that wayward Hispanics are capable of gang activity and excessive drinking, but those problems have impacted me far less than the thuggery of [REDACTED] youths, the demented wrath of white female feminists, or the political censorship of [REDACTED] liberals. If I were to construct an enemies list, Hispanics would not be on it, but as a man who is frustrated at the direction America is going, who else can I direct my anger but those who are most visible?“
Roosh is correct. He is not a conservative. He could not conserve America because he is not American. Would his anti-White views get governmentally implemented (they already are), American people would suffer demographic replacement and with it, the irreplaceable ethnic character which built the country he immigrated into. America as he knows and loves it would cease to exist (it is already happening). He could never think of the American heritage as his own–to identify with it–because he is not of it. How can a man feel invested in something he does not own? He is not the Founding Fathers’ posterity.
In fairness to Roosh, he not long ago published an article titled “I Am The Peasant Revolt” where he criticizes this exact phenomenon:
“The plan of the regime was simple: culturally sterilize the white population, their greatest threat to power (as clearly evidenced by the recent Canadian truckers’ protest), and replace them with atomized non-European people who will obey any directive to come and reside in the United States to enjoy its first-world comforts. “
He may have adjusted his politics since writing American Pilgrim but my review must address the contents of the book as they are. Anyway, this is the only iffy passage in the book and it stands out.
It lacks the 5th star firstly because the prose is pauper and doesn't enrich my vocabulary. Nor does it stimulate my intelligence with complex thought patterns. The best books─the 5 star books─excel in every measure, but here American Pilgrim falls short. It gives me less value per sentence as compared to, say, Aristotle’s Rhetoric, where sentences are structurally complex and rich in meaning, and the mere act of deciphering the text into meaning exercises my working memory. Secondly, Roosh could not explore deep theological matters or spiritual insights because he was newly converted. Beginners or those looking to explore Christianity will get more out of it but for intermediate or experienced Christians the most utility they will get is the repetition of the basics. Thirdly, there is the padding characteristic to him from other books consisting of thoughts, observations or repetitions that are superficial or conceptual dead ends. They do not lead anywhere or enhance the principal message. It could have been ~70 pages shorter without taking away anything. What makes the padding more boring is, again, the simplicity of the prose.
If my review seems negative, let me emphasize that for everything else, the book is filled with wisdom, virtue and faith to learn from and it is worth your time to read. Roosh reiterates ancient Patristic wisdom found in writings of old Orthodox Fathers. If you’ve ever tried to read them but found language to be a barrier, his book may be a more accessible venue for the same ideas to reach you.
To sum up:
Positives:
- Very accessible.
- Promotes faith
- Contains wisdom
- Speaks truth
- Orthodoxy
Negatives:
- Padded
- Simple
- Basic
Favorite quotes:
The man who was deepest in the red pill journey asked me whether I believed men should be “the best version of themselves.”
“Who gets to judge when you have arrived at the best version of yourself?” I asked.
“I do.”
“But by what standard are you judging yourself? Who makes the criteria? At some point, you will need the judgments of other people to confirm you really are the best. I want hot women, so I am the best version of myself when hot women want to go to bed with me. I am not the judge of myself—the women are. I want to be rich, so I am the best version of myself when people decide to give me a lot of money for my labor, product, or service. They are my judge. So the best version of yourself will happen to be what pleases other people, but only for the short term, for what the mob likes today will change tomorrow. You will be going from trend to trend to stay
on top of what the culture dictates is best.”
“But don’t you think that you should work towards becoming
better?”
“I think you should work hardest in your relationship with God. Everything else is seeking approval from other people. You allow them to define what success is. They’re also applying that flawed standard to themselves, so in the end you have pigs in a pigpen showing off their mud to each other. For example, say you want to get attractive girls. You know that girls care about looks and charm. You go to the gym, upgrade your wardrobe, and learn some witty one-liners. You coat yourself with the mud to get a mud-soaked woman. You made it! You’re the best version of yourself! But you’re more likely the worst version of yourself, one that is purely material, totally disconnected from God, to please those who are far from God themselves.”
“I didn’t think of it that way.”
“It only took me 40 years to learn that. Today my only judge is God. I aim to only care about what He thinks of me. You see my hairstyle now. It’s unkempt and unattractive. My beard is not properly trimmed. When I look in the mirror, I know for certain that this is not the best I can look, but I proceed because I don’t want to subconsciously seek approval from fallen women.”
Two men left and I gave the third a ride home since he lived near my lodging. He was looking for answers about what to do with his life. Like many, he was skeptical about my re-conversion to Christianity. He didn’t state that he was an atheist, but I was certain that was the case.
“Now I totally respect you and your work,” he started, “and see
you as possessing a sharp mind, but do you think your spiritual turn
is a midlife crisis?”
“I see this more as a midlife miracle than a crisis, an opportunity to withdraw from the world and seek my eternal salvation instead of playing meaningless games that lead to condemnation. In a genuine crisis, people often look for pleasure to soothe the pain. A woman finds yoga and that is her lifestyle. Or she becomes a vegan. A man buys an expensive sports car or pursues women half his age in the Third World. These things will be pleasing for a while until the crisis returns, but when you find God, there is nothing to achieve and nowhere to go. There is no pleasure to receive but divine pleasure. I believe I’ve reached the last stop on my earthly trip
before I die.”
He paused for some time, thinking of his next objection. “But you’re a man of science and logic. How can you just come to believe?”
“Through the heart. It’s hard to come to God through the mind. If what you believe as ‘logic’ leads to evil acts then it can’t be logical at all—it’s the logic of Satan. You’re still looking at the
material world to make you happy. You believe that if you get a new job, or a woman, things will be fine, but they won’t because you have separated those pursuits from God. You will try anyway, and I hope you ‘succeed’ as quickly as possible so that you can see the truth behind what I’m saying at a younger age, but from what I can perceive about your current frame of mind, there’s nothing I can say to convince you there is a God. There’s no argument I can
give you, because your heart doesn’t want to believe. It isn’t ready for God, but I pray one day it will.”
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An atheist cannot be converted by an article. An article can barely help a man with his sex life, and that concerns matters of the world. Coming to God is not a problem of information or knowledge. The question I must ask myself is how to speak to people’s hearts instead of their minds. The best I can do is identify where a man is on his spiritual journey and give him one seed of nourishment that I think he needs. God will then decide whether that seed takes root or not.
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She even liked Donald Trump. What are the odds that I was able to meet a 22-year-old Polish girl who liked Donald Trump? It was like a needle in a haystack. She liked him and thought me liking him was something cute, but she was a little bit hesitant when I brought home a mammoth photo of Donald Trump and put it on my wall. I thought she would be more excited. She said, “Do you really want Donald Trump watching us make love?”
“Yes! I do!”
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The last thing I learned in life is that this world is a gift from God, and when you are done here, you go back to Him. One other thing I learned from this experience is that there is nothing to be afraid of in this world. Imagine this man in the front row right now comes up to me with a gun and says, “Roosh, I’m going to shoot you!” I would tell him, “You cannot hurt me. You can hurt my body, but you cannot hurt my soul. Only I can hurt my soul with the decisions that I make.”
Since humbling myself before God and starting to pray, everything has changed. My whole mental orientation has changed. My moral compass has changed. It turns out that in the inverted world we live in, I was living a life that was inverted too. By turning to God, He lifted me up and inverted back to where I should be.