I got this book as prepatory reading for my forthcoming attempt at the Santiago Camino or Camino de Santiago and was looking forward to it. Shirley MacLaine, I remember in the past was regarded as somewhat eccentric, but I can be too, so fairs fair and all that.
during the early chapters I was in tune with Shirley and here at last I felt I found my soulmate from what she was saying her reasons were for wanting to attempt this pilgrimage. I was excited and wanted to go sooner. Then it all started to go horribly wrong, when she met John the Scot of Irish descent, John the Scot, an apparition and sexual healer came to Shirley at night to enlighten her on the real reasons for her existence, her future, the First Cause, Adam and Eve, the Evil of Dogs and much much more.
Ms MacLaine's imagination is without doubt a force to be reckoned with, but if what she writes is supposed to be some kind of stream of thought, I couldn't buy it. She warns the reader that that might be the case, advising to consider going on at one point.
I did and I was drowned in the pool of fantastical revelations.
Events that I have not seen described since I read R D Laings schizophrenic uttering in The Politics of Experience/Bird of Paradise.
The Pilgrims Walk becomes a non-event in all this, only on occasion does she go back to it to relate where and when she pissed, slept or encountered the press.
The subheading of the book is A Pilgrimage of Courage. Determination is what is required to stick with this journey.
My book will take place on Earth