Title: consumerist hippie buddhism
Product review: This book starts out in a very promising manner and during the first 20 pages or so I was looking forward to a good read. But it soon degenerates into trivialities, and anyone with an interest in Buddhist art will soon realise Greenwald doesn't have a clue about Buddhist sculpture (this wouldn't matter except that in the writing he pretends to).The hash-intoxicated epiphany that serves as the book's ending is the most disappointing of all. This might have made a good stop along the way, but the early buildup raises one's expectations and it feels rather unsatisfactory to say the least. (Greenwald's Size of The World suffers from a similar balance problem.)Readers who like this book will probably be those with limited exposure to travel in Nepal and to Buddhism/Buddhist art. I liked Jeff's earlier book on Nepal, Mr Raja's Neighborhood, more (I see that's out of print, too).
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