2 of 3 people found the following review helpful
on 3 February 2012
So this book has it all:
1) Ugly duckling
2) Sex (lots of it)
3) the villian
4) the girl
5) intrige and suspense
8) a potential happy ending
all rolled into one nice neat literature burrito for your reading pleasure. Stuff Hollywood movies are made of...
The story both captivated and disgusted me. I found these totally insecure men feel the need to constantly validate themselves by picking up women by playing on their own (the women's) insecurities.
Anyway I'll let you make up your mind about how you feel about the content of the book, but basically its exceptionally well written, easy to follow and brutally honest.
I do recommend this book, but its not for the sensitive reader.
15 of 21 people found the following review helpful
A work that quickly acquired a legendary status, Johann Strauss' "The Game" is the real life tale of a nerdy journalist who makes the transition to being one of the world's most prolific pickup artists. Not technically a handbook, there are nevertheless countless things to be learned about how the fairer sex can be manipulated into a state of attraction. My own favourite always used to be to purchase a massive pitcher of house wine, from which I would incessantly refill my date's glass up to the brim, at each and any opportunity. I stand by this as being an excellent means to loosen up not only tongues but also moral standards (especially if you've remembered to spray on some powerful male pheromones beforehand). However, I learned here that there are plenty of more sophisticated alternatives- some of which might initially seem surprisingly counterintuitive.
In short, the effective pickup artist appreciates the disparity between what women would consciously like to be attracted to (ie what they say they want) and what years of evolution have actually hard-wired their subconscious to be attracted to. Beautiful women quickly get bored by a man who fixates upon them alone, offers them all of his time and showers them with gifts etc- and rapidly relegate him to the 'friend zone' (before immediately going on to complain that they "can't find any nice guys"). Surprisingly, they are far more excited by having to compete for the time of a busy man who openly dates a large number of other women. Much as women will protest otherwise, what is known as "pre-selection" has been widely scientifically evidenced. The female psyche is naturally envious- making it powerfully drawn towards men who display success and social standing (and who are too mentally strong to pander to a lady's every whim, simply because she is physically attractive). Yes, at the core, the intrinsic female blueprint for desire is every bit as shallow as that of us males- even if it is rooted in such issues as jealous one-upmanship and competitiveness, rather than in such issues as buttocks and breasts. Anyway, a chap doesn't necessarily have to file for outright moral bankruptcy, in order to capitalise upon such knowledge- but he can still have a hell of a time by exploring his overdraft limit!
One of the most interesting aspects of 'game' is the necessity of becoming detached from the outcome. If a man seems like he might be bothered by failure, it suggests social weakness and a lack of options with other women- which can make rejection almost certain. However, misses necessarily occur some of the time, even to the best of us. If a girl slips by, it's essential to be able to jump back on the horse, or preferably even to go out to stud with an entire stableful of fillies (within the realms of metaphor, that is). Many years ago this happened to me- after I had a (heavily vodka-laced) babycham thrown back in my face by the nine-fingered girl who worked in the local fishmongers. Quick as a flash, I got back in the saddle with her slightly dumpy best friend. Soon enough, jealousy kicked in and the girl who had formerly rejected me came knocking at my door! Unfortunately, by then I'd made the mistake of getting married to the particular 'horse' that I'd gone and leapt on (a proper old 'mare' of the night)- although I didn't let that stop me from collecting a satisfying return on my investment!
Another surprising aspect that can be learned here is quite how well women will often respond to unapologetically extreme directness about intent. The ability to speak openly (from a place of profound inner confidence) can lead to remarkably good results, when your intentions are delivered without embarrassment. Only the other day, I suggested to a girl that we recreate a rather famous scene from the film "Last Tango in Paris", on our very first date! Admittedly, she did slap me across the face and storm out, but I realise now exactly where my mistake had occurred. I should have remembered that she was a vegan! Next time I end up dating one of them lot, I'll have to make a point of clarifying that we can substitute the butter for a non-dairy based olive oil spread!
15 of 21 people found the following review helpful
on 10 January 2011
Just when men couldn't get anymore desperate, along comes Neil Strauss and his magical wand. No, not the one in his pants. This magical wand comes in the form of a system that appears to guarantee success with women. The Game describes his transformation from a shy, nervous, serial masturbator to a confident, smartly dressed, woman magnet. Well-done Neil. We're all so proud.
Strauss writes simply and intelligibly. Because of this it's an easy read. It's not a complicated story. Just a story revolving around complicated people, namely women and man's apparent innate desire to sleep with every one of them - barring family members. Somewhere in amongst the lipstick, broken hearts and used condoms, there is a storyline - something along the lines of one man's ascent through the shady underworld of male pick-up artists, right to the top. Does he, over the last few pages, meet someone who can beat him at his own game? Does he hang up his gaming hat in the name of love? Surely not? No way! Not our Neil?! You'll have to buy it I guess.
It's a funny read, or was for me anyway. I'm not sure if I was laughing at the desperation of the characters, the situations they get into, or the sheer ridiculousness of what Mr Strauss is saying. Entertaining from start to finish.
Yes, it is a form of escapism - a crude one if that - but what's not? Films and soaps all take our minds off the trivialities of existence for a brief period of time - The Game will do the same thing. It's just that it might leave you feeling a bit empty and bitter. While the buzz of 6am blares in your dreary face and you're waking the kids up for school, pick-up artists all over the world are getting dirty in `the club' and manipulating women into sleeping with them. They can have whomever they want, whenever they want, while you're running late for work with not even enough time to iron your new shirt. The one your wife bought from M&S because she thought it went with your shoes. You log onto your computer while cursing Neil Strauss and his fantastical lifestyle. "Why am I not in `the club', partying hard with Japanese twins, drowning in Cristal?" "WHY? WHY? WHY?" You staple your hand to the weekly office newsletter in anger. Because you live in the real world! You have a mortgage the size of the deficit to pay and Emmerdale on Sky Plus to watch. You aren't in a sleazy story and if you appreciate this then you will hopefully be able to enjoy the book. I know I did.