Even if I wasn't interested in the Asian culture, the cover of this book would have caught my eye: a Chinese monk, clearly in deep contemplation, strolling along carrying a Burger King bag. However, having been to China several times and read many books about it, it was fascinating to see another perspective on a country of such contrasts.
In his book American Shaolin, Matthew Polly is adept at capturing these interesting juxtapositions. For example, he is just a skinny kid from Kansas who is forced into a challenge match with a kung fu master and a Princeton dropout who ends up living with Shaolin monks and sharing their brutal physical workouts.
When Polly decided to leave school and pursue his dream of studying at the Shaolin Temple, no one thought it was a good idea. When he arrived in China and couldn't even find the Temple at first, he didn't think it was such a good idea either. However, as he overcomes aching body parts and cultural miscues, Polly discovers more and more about the mysterious group of monks who invented Zen Buddhism, as well as the individuals in the group, and he discovers even more about himself.
His experiences are at times funny, at times shocking, at times frustrating, and at times downright scary, but his telling is always readable and he makes you appreciate the Chinese proverb, "Talk does not cook rice." A lot of people say they are going to drop everything and pursue a dream, but instead they stay put and become emotionally starved. Matthew Polly didn't just talk about his dream, he lived it, Burger King and all.