The Ramen King and I: How the Inventor of Instant Noodles Fixed My Love Life

I'm not sure I'll keep this book. Raskin is an amusing writer, and I picked up a bunch of details about eating etiquette in a Japanese restaurant. The philosophy spouted by Ando is interesting, Raskins obsession with Ando is weirdly interesting and I kind of like reading a book which seems to be autobiographical but maybe isn't. However, I didn't really like him in the first part of the book when he was sleeping around, lying and cheating. Sure, he says he's changed, but I know a sexaholic and I find it hard to believe someone will really change their behavior.
BTW, the unnamed group meeting Raskin attends is likely Sexaholics Anonymous.

Seeing that the previous review is by the author, I might have reason to be glad my home address does not appear on LibraryThing were I just about to pan this book. However, as one who was fortunate enough to get hold of a pre-publication copy, I am relieved to be able to say truthfully that I am glad to have read it!

This is the sort of book about which it's hard to give too much detail in a review for fear of exposing all the ways it's not necessarily exactly what one might expect (yes, the title alone leads to the expectation of something quirky, but the story itself is even quirkier than one might imagine---and that's no bad thing!).

_The Ramen King and I_ is not necessarily a life-changing book, but it is a life-affirming one, with show more some of the deepest pleasures being in the little things, like the unique and witty perspective on Japanese culture that Raskin, as an American who has spent considerable time in Japan and learned the language, has to offer. (His summations of the plots of various Japanese comic books alone would have made this book worth reading!) All in all, this is a clever and enlightening book that I'm grateful to have stumbled upon, and I would enjoy reading more from Andy Raskin in the future. show less

I looooooooved all of Raskin's fabulous food stories, from the first best piece of fatty tuna to the bowl of ramen that cost him his gall bladder. It's so common for western lit to show Japan as creepy, funny, or hyper-exotic, but Raskin does an excellent job of showing what makes Japanese culture so interesting and compelling without ever resorting to caricature or low humor. I got a real sense of his respect for (as opposed to fetishization of) Japanese culture.

I was rather less interested in the author's romantic problems, but it gave some structure to what might otherwise have been a rambly set of anecdotes.

I came into this book with high expectations. Let's face it - it has probably the best title of any memoir in approximately the history of the universe.

Unfortunately, the rest of the book does not live up, particularly. Raskin's epistolary memoir mostly focuses on his scummy, womanizing ways and his desire to make up for them. Somehow, he finds the motivation to make reparations for past misdeeds by writing a series of monologues addressed to Momofuku Ando, the inventor of instant ramen. Why Ando is a question frequently asked but never answered. Similarly, the "fixed my love life" subtitle may be a little oversold: the book seems to be more "How My Imagined Version of the Inventor of Instant Noodles Set Me on the Path to Fixing My Love show more Life, But I'm Certainly Nowhere Close to Fixed Yet, Because as an Adult Closer to a Midlife Crisis than a Quarterlife One, I'm Counting a Six Month Relationship as a Success." I mean, I'm just saying...

Interspersed with that is a series of anecdotes about Momofuku Ando's life, which are fascinating, but conveyed in a rather dry tone.

The best part of the book are Raskin's frequent trips to Japan and his perception and description of the Japanese culture. But honestly, Japan as a comedy of manners has been done before in both fiction and nonfiction before. (e.g. If You Follow Me) show less

Raskin, for me, wasn't a particularly likeable companion as he goes on a journey of self-discovery that weaves skillfully back and forth in time. What Raskin tries to discover is why he's so habitually unfaithful to his many girlfriends. The sayings and life of Momofuku Ando, the world renowned (ok, Asian renowned) inventor of instant ramen, become Raskin's higher power on his road to recovery.

But a funny thing happened in the final part of the book. Oh, I consistently enjoyed reading about Ando, and I found the asides on Japanese matters (business etiquette, food-themed manga, puns, sushi, museums devoted to ramen or gyoza, and samurai movies) fascinating and often funny. Surprisingly a revelation about Ando's life proves relevant to show more Raskin's plight. And Ando's Zen like sayings go from seemingly silly business platitudes or personal eccentricities to something profound and useful. They become another example of the transforming wisdom sometimes found in the unlikely places of popular culture or the lives of the eccentric.

Raskin has started an advice column using the sayings and life of Ando. That may be worth a look, and I definitely would like to see him do more Japanese related material. show less

I found this book to be a huge disappointment. I had read one good review in a local newspaper, then came across it at the library, picked it up and loved the cover, title and premise of the book enough to read it. I am a major foodie, but the one cuisine I am not particularly fond of is Japanese. I'll eat it, but I find the flavors a bit too nuanced for my palate. Having said that, I did learn some interesting things re: sushi and sushi restaurants, not that I'm any more inclined to seek it out. I've been reading about the beauty of ramen (the stuff cooked from scratch, not Top Ramen) for some time, but it was Raskin's description, not so much of the soup itself, but rather of the obsessive fans that seek it out and they way they show more ritualize the process of ordering it and eating it, that has prompted me to put this on my list of food items to seek out. Living in Boise, ID, I have few options available but next month, I'm taking a trip to Seattle, where I hope to find some of the good stuff. Getting back to the book, Raskin is someone I think I'd like if I met him in person but as a writer, I felt he took an interesting idea and stretched it really thin. This would have made a great essay but there is simply not enough material here to sustain a book. The title and and the premise of the book are very misleading because in the end, although Momofuku Ando may have been the catalyst, it's really Raskin getting in touch with his inner voice that liberates him. Momofuku and his teachings are more of a side note. I thought I'd be reading this great self-help book in which I'd learn all the quirky teachings of Momofuku, but instead, I read almost 300 pages about a guy who was simply getting in touch with himself. Instead of Iron John, think Ramen Andy. Enough said. show less

OK, so Andy is a sex addict who used Momofuku Ando (inventor of Ramen Noodles) to get through his addiction issue and writes him letters and explains his life.
Go with it, I know it sounds a bit, um, unconventional, but it actually is a charming and heart warming story.
Now I want to Google Andy and read his short pieces - really nice reading!