Horrible Woman Writer Cancels Her Upcoming Book Because It’s Set in Russia

Elizabeth Gilbert is sometimes referred to as the biofronthole version of Cormac McCarthy

This has got to be the kookiest darn thing I’ve seen in like, 3 or 4 hours.

And I’ll tell you what: I’ve seen quite a bit of kookism in the last 3 or 4 hours.

Elizabeth Gilbert, a female bitch woman whose genitals feature a biological front hole, is canceling the release of her soon-to-be-released novel because it is set in Russia.


The “Eat, Pray, Love” author says her upcoming novel, titled “The Snow Forest,” has upset Ukrainians because their country is currently at war with Russia. It was set to be released in February 2024.

Gilbert said she needed to listen to her Ukranian readers, who expressed sorrow and disappointment over the story being set in Russia.

“Over the course of this weekend, I have received an enormous, massive outpouring of reactions and responses from my Ukrainian readers, expressing anger, sorrow, disappointment and pain, about the fact that I would choose to release a book into the world right now,” Gilbert said Monday in a video she posted to her social media accounts. “I want to say that I have heard these messages and read these messages, and I respect them. As a result, I’m making a course correction, and I’m removing the book from its publication schedule.”

According to Gilbert, the book is “set in the middle of Siberia in the middle of the last century and told the story of a group of individuals who made a decision to remove themselves from society to resist the Soviet government and to try to defend nature against industrialization.”


She added that she believes it is not the time to publish this book.

“I do not want to add any harm to a group of people who have already experienced and who are all continuing to experience grievous and extreme harm,” Gilbert said.

She’s refunding preorders.

I was thinking that she couldn’t possibly have written anything that couldn’t just be changed to a different location by switching out a few words with the “replace word” function in a word processor, but I guess a historical novel about the USSR would not work for that.

The thing is: she clearly wrote the book as an attack on Russia. Her last book was published in 2019, long after the “Russia, Russia, Russia” stuff started. Literally, the reason that so-called “Ukrainians” supposedly hate Russia is because of the USSR. They claim they were mistreated.

But the narrative switched from “the Russian government is bad” to “all Russians are pure evil, because of a taint in their blood.” So now, she can’t have Russian protagonists in a story about how bad the Soviets were.

I’m sure she considered making the protagonists Ukrainians. That actually should have been possible, I would think. People moved around a lot during the USSR times.

Gilbert’s prose and exposition is so generic that in all honestly, she could just use ChatGPT to rewrite the thing by posting it with the one line note “change the protagonists to Ukrainians and fill in their background stories in line with historical sources.”

I actually think writing novels are one of the things that women are capable of doing well.

I always cite Mary Shelly, then say “but Percy was probably doing most of the idea work.” Frankenstein is clearly a concept Percy would have come up with, or which she would have thought of only by listening to him speak. But it’s still good. The other day when I was running down Cormac McCarthy and saying American novels are usually trumped-up tripe, a person I respect said Willa Cather was one of the best American novelists. I can’t comment on Cather. I was supposed to read “O, Pioneers” in high school, but I didn’t. But the guy who said this to me was not some pussy-sniffer.

Gilbert does not do it well, however. The only thing she writes about is “my vagina smells so good.” Only women read these books. I picked up “Eat. Pray. Love.” for the same reason I picked up “50 Shades of Gray” – because of what it tells me about the female psyche. These are the same “my vagina” themes, but 50 Shades is about 50 shades better. The sequel, 6 Million Shades of Lamp, is really a masterwork.