I’m reserving my impressions until I’m finished reading the book, and more importantly until I’m much more clear with my emotions on the subject.
I feel the promotion of emotional intelligence and Buddhist methods of seeking it are godd to promote, period. Especially when you consider the alternatives for people – young and old – desperate for any movement or religion with which to identify…for whatever reasons.
I should point out that I have seen Noah speak and he comes across as likable and charismatic. He did seem to be somewhat aware of, and self effacing with regard to the ironies some perceive in the Dharma Punx movement and books, but that is all I’ll say for now.
I would like to get other people’s impressions of the book and the movement though, and pass on some reader reviews I combed from Amazon.
Here are a few opinions – both good and bad – from readers who felt inclined to review the text after reading it. Like most of life, there are two sides, and the middle of the road is most likely more accurate…
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“Dharma Punx is not a how-to for aspiring Buddhists. It’s the memoir of a man who is still on his spiritual journey. Noah Levine never claims to have all the answers and seems pretty forthright in admitting he’s still learning and searching. Dharma Punx is a captivating story and worth reading.”
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“Unlike many of the reviewers, I enjoyed this book quite a bit. But I agree that it was lacking. It did not have the depth of “Youth of the Apocalypse,” for example, a book which preceded it by several years and became the manifesto for many punks finding the last TRUE REBELLION in ancient Orthodox Christianity. Youth of the Apocalypse provides a much deeper critique of Western culture and delves into more philosophical and metaphysical exploration. In fact, the more “Dharma Punx” I read, the more convinced I became that Levine got the idea for his book from “Youth of the Apocalypse,” but failed to match its quality. Overall, I recommend “Youth of the Apocalypse” as the better book (visit deathtotheworld.com for more info). ”
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“I was really looking forward to this book, so much so that when it came out I spent $18 that really should have gone towards groceries on it. I’m not a Buddhist,but have a lot of respect for Buddhism as a personal path. A Buddhist teacher who had once been a troubled punk kid like myself, writing a book? That really enticed me.
The thing is, the book really has very little to do with Buddhism or anything that really TRANSCENDS being a torubled punk kid. The book’s main value is in it’s value as a cautionary tale, which Noah never even seems to be aware of.
Noah seems to have had typical hippy parents; they were self-involved, selfish, and basicly forced him to raise himself, although he comes from an obviously well-off background. Strangely enough, Noah doesn’t seem to even realize that! He praises his parents excessively, despite that they seem to have used Buddhism and meditation as a self-medicating excuse for gross negligence in raising their kids. His parents were also friends with such despicable New Age “Buddhist” hacks as Jack Kornfield and Ram Dass, which are among the roughly 3,092 names Noah drops in this book, along with the members of Rancid, The Dalai Lama, and some semi-legendary punk figures. But I get ahead of myself.
So anyway, Noah predictably grows into a self-absorbed, amoral young man, and starts into the standard punk rock cliches of theft, fighting, and drugs. I want to digress again for a minute; though I’ve done all of these things at some point, it was NEVER what punk rock was about for me, or for thousands of other kids. Nor was Noah forced into it; he chose it, and seems perversely proud of it in his wirting, though he tries to sound contrite. He actually starts hitting the pipe before he’s 18, and gets arrested multiple times. This leads to jail, where his dad teaches him meditation.
Noah decides to get his life back on track, but still wants o be involved with the scene, so he joins the straight edge movement and starts going to meetings. This part of the book is the most down to earth, actually, and the part where Noah seems genuinely to recognize his own failings, rather than playing them up for street cred.
It doesn’t last. Noah gets into “spirituality”, in the most annoying all-inclusive new age way possible. He just embraces several mutually contradictory belief systems (all eastern), and starts hanging with gurus. He does this while continuing his punk rock life, and getting itno expensive hobbies like motorcycling. As an aside, there are MANY parts of the book where it’s clear someone is funding him, though he never brings that up.
At one point he gets disillusioned (and rightfully so) by spiritual teachers so he decides to go on a pilgrimage to Asia. Cos, you know, Asia is spirtual! This part could have been very good, and it IS interesting, but Noah ultimately doesn’t get the point; some religion being eastern and exotic doesn’t mean it has “the answer”, and travelling to someplace where it’s widely practiced doesn’t mean you’ll understand it better. He comes back to America even more egotistical than when he left, starts teaching punk kids about “The Dharma”. He also gets a lot of religiously themed tattoos, and becomes a true religious universalist; there’s no religion he won’t engage in the practies of, so he does prayer beads, sweatlodges, chanting, prasadam, and anything else that doesn’t seem too Judeo-Christian.
This book is not entirely bad, but as many other reviewers have pointed out, it has more to do with Noah and his ego than any kind of exploration of morality and spirituality. As a memoir about the early punk scene and a troubled kid, it gets a 4. As anything further, it gets a 2; there are good ideas about religion presented, ones that Noah pretty much ignores after bringing them up! We’ll compromise and call it a 3.
One last thing; I’ve met Noah, and he’s a friendly and likeable guy. I haven’t actually seen him speak, but my friend did and she said that his audience is mainly middle-age upper-class white people who enjoy his novelty value. He’s also marketing teh hell out of “Dharma Punx”, including a line of clothing. Take what you will from that.”
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“I typically don’t like to write negative reviews of books, but I felt a need to at least warn some readers of some issues I have with the book.
First, (and I know this may seem rediculous to some) there is the foul language issue. I know this is a memoir, but I could have done without all the s*#@ and f#@# and all the in-between variations. Yes, this writer had a rough background to overcome, but someone (an editor maybe) should have done a better job of cleaning it up. I thought the cursing would stop as the book progressed and his ’spiritual awareness’ increased, but… nope. It continues almost to the last few pages. Again, not a major issue with most people, but I hear it enough daily that it left a bad taste having to spend money to buy a book that could have easily done without the language.
Second, there is VERY LITTLE spiritual discussion or theory, which was surprising. I was really hoping to get more discussion of his daily activities and readings and such, to see how he got on the path. Instead, 1/3 of the book is devoted to following him through some East Asian countries and reading about his issues with dysentery and other bodily functions gone bad, his differences with friends who want to go a different route, and some of the strange characters he meets over there. All very interesting, but way too much time spent on this stuff. Instead, I was looking for some personal development discussion.
He mentions he wants to consider becoming ordained (monk/priest) but on a train he starts to have sex with a Swedish woman. He tells us about his new sense of peace, but heads out to a club and begins slam dancing with other dancers because the music is so powerful…
It’s got a good story, but for someone looking for a book on Buddhism and personal growth, it’s lacking a bit. If you’re reading this and looking for something like that, I’d recommend Lama Surya Das – either “Awakening the Buddah Within” or “Awakening to the Sacred” ”
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“I have to agree with the reviewer below who mentioned that Dharma Punx reads like somebody’s journal–and also that the book’s editor didn’t really, well, edit it. It’s really chock-full of typos and grammatical errors, which, as a punk-loving bibliophile, I find annoying rather than punk rock!
Still, the book is not without its merits. Levine’s journey from addicted troublemaker to “alternative” Buddhist is a noteworthy one, and his tone is engaging. Look, it’s apparent that Levine’s path and the publication of his book would have been much less likely without the influence of his meditation teacher/bestselling author parents, Steven and Ondrea Levine. I know that some people have cried nepotism, and to a degree that may be true. However, there’s no doubt that Levine has paid his dues rather than simply piggybacking on his parents’ success. His youthful struggles were genuinely tragic–the grip of addiction is powerful and painful for anyone at any age. Levine’s finding the strength and desire to turn his hatred and negativity around, channeling it into a force for change in his community and in the world, is admirable.
Worth checking out? Sure; it’s a much quicker read than, oh, War and Peace, and the writing’s accessible, if not particularly artful. If you’re someone who strays from the beaten path, enjoys a good hardcore show, has lots of ink AND wants to explore Eastern spirituality, this may be a good starting place for you, as it was for me.”
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“I bought this book for my brother-in-law who was befriended by Noah while he (my BIL) was in recovery from drug addiction. He met Noah while in Juvenile Hall when Noah came to teach meditation as part of the Insight Prison Project and he benefitted greatly. When I brought the book home, I flipped through a few pages and ended up reading the book cover to cover that night. It is an engaging memoir with many branches – the cautionary tale, travel, drugs, spiritual inspiration, music, loss, finding a significant path in life, and more. When I read many of the other reviews of this great book, I was surprised to see so many people trying to make this book into something it was never supposed to be. It is a memoir of ONE man’s journey from the depths toward his own version of enlightenment… If you can’t indentify with it, if you don’t appreciate the punk scene, or if your version of Buddhism involves poverty and chastity you may not enjoy the story, but that doesn’t mean this book is a waste of time. Also, again, it is a memoir, not a spiritual guidebook. If that is what you are looking for, be sure to read Noah’s new book ‘Against The Stream’. Noah does wonderful work and has helped so many people (kids AND adults)… This book provides wonderful insight into the man and into ourselves.”
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“One thing that is missing from these reviews – and indeed from the book itself, for the most part – is the acknowledgement that his father, Stephen Levine, is actually a well known Buddhist author in his own right and not merely some irresponsible Hippy, an unkind judgment that another reviewer here has made. This has much to do with why he was able to go on exotic pilgrimages, meet the Dalai Lama and get this book published. Noah and I moved in the same circles almost a decade ago, during a period of time that he writes about in this book. At that time he seemed to me very sweet and sincere. He was well thought of by people that I respected, at least one of whom appears in this book. I knew that he had been down a difficult road and thought it admirable that he seemed to have pulled himself together. In light of all this, I was somewhat surprised by the tone of self-cherishing that pervades this book, tales of service and selflessness aside. I’m sure Noah means well but, in truth, should probably have waited until he was a bit further down his path (read: Mature) to tell his story. If you want to read about Buddhism from a Punk perspective, read Brad Warner’s Hardcore Zen instead.”
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“When I saw Dharma Punx I was drawn to the promise of a story not too dissimilar to my own, but by the end of the book I was left quite disappointed. My biggest problem with Noah’s story is that he’s not really a Buddhist, but rather a generic spiritual kind of guy, who likes to meditate. Noah talks in great depths about his adherence to the 12 Steps(AA,) but doesn’t mention adherence to the Eight-Fold Path, he mentions the Four Noble Truths in passing, but spends much more time in sweat lodges. Buddhist shortcomings aside, Dharma Punx is moderately interesting story of a man’s struggle with addiction and growing up.
With a name like Dharma Punx one cannot help but comparing this book to Jack Kerouac’s Dharma Bums, but don’t, after finishing Dharma Punx I realized that the title is not an allusion to Kerouac’s classic of disenfranchised youth finding refuge in the works of Zen lunatics and booze, rather, Dharma punx is the story of disenfranchised youth finding refuge from booze, drugs and violence in an amalgamated spiritual practice the author has called Buddhism.
I don’t think that the lifestyles portrayed in either book could properly be called a middle path though.”
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“I really enjoyed this book. It’s simply told, and has a measure of honesty to it that I don’t find in more polished works. This is Noah’s story, with all his confusion, anger, puzzlement, flaws and discoveries shared with us. Having grown up hippy-trippy on California’s Central Coast, I heard echoes of my own experiences in thinking everybody was really too precious for words when they talked about Zen and buddhism, or mantras or tantras or whatever. I really appreciated the author’s willingness to to share his own dichotomies with us-in one scene he describes threatening a hostel owner with a wooden stick, while he was on a journey searching for inner peace. I heard other echoes of my own experience as well: the desire to have peace and tranquility to think on things, yet instead getting angry and restless once the opportunity is at hand, the need to feel things intensely and yet the wish to be quietly placid, or even the desire to have no desire. I read this almost like reading somebody’s REAL journal, not some edited and cleaned up literary masterpiece. The book helped me see that the path toward enlightenment starts wherever you are-for Noah it was a padded cell and taking his father’s advice to do some breathing exercises-just to get through it all, just to survive.
A word on some of the other reviews: I don’t think it’s relevant who Noah’s father was-I have several friends who have been on similar trips to monasteries, seen the Dalai Lama, etc. who have no connections, and the author was very up-front with his interactions with his father-good and bad. He even talks about some of the negative things he experienced when people disliked his father’s writings.
In the end, this is Noah’s story, but I also found echoes of my own experiences. I found it insightful, honest, and pure.”
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“A friend of mine gave me this book as a gift to read while we were on a weekend fasting/spiritual retreat. I had never tried such a weekend and she felt reading this book might interest me. I have read a bit about various religions and know a bit about punk – but never would consider myself an expert on either. However as soon as I started reading it I almost felt instantly bonded with Noah. I have always found solace in music and my mother has always tried to teach me about different religions. She always attended meditation groups while I felt more comfortable in a mosh pit at metal shows. I enjoyed the combination of Noah’s love of music combined with his spiritual quests. I also found it interesting reading how a young man who so quickly was willing to jump into a mosh pit wrote about his challenges when he ‘jumped’ into religion. How many times have we all underestimated a challenge, to me he wrote about how a journey of a 1,000 miles begins with one step and how important it is to recognize that first step. The first step he took was a simple meditation practice of counting breathes – something I now find myself doing all the time. Personally I found it a very enjoyable read. I wasn’t looking for a ‘formal’ education on Buddhism, but I found myself very interested in learning about Noah’s journey.”
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“This memoir is one which I could not put down from the moment I picked it up, and knew it was one I would carry with me forever. For anyone who has experienced anything close to what Noah went through, this book gives you a ray of light at the end of a tunnel. I don’t think this book was meant to be a bible for Buddhist; I think it is meant to be a guide for those who are struggling with an addiction and are trying to find answers. I went to one of Noah’s meditation workshops, and there were so many parents there to listen to him talk and ask him questions concerning their own children. This book has had a great impact on many, so disregard the negative feedback many have given this book. People who are trying to make sense of thier own addiction, or that of someone they love, this book will answer a lot of your questions. Also, go to one of Noah’s workshops if you get a chance-it was a really great experience.”
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“Maybe I have not been to any BlackFlag shows or the Germs or seen the Ramones live or whatever. But, I did grow up listening to a lot of punk in the subcontinent when I was growing up, minus the drugs and fights, because, they cost you a lot and in some karmic sense, real punks from working class backgrounds couldn’t afford those things, getting a tape and a crappy tape-deck was a big deal.
I read this book on a suggestion from a friend, if I wanted to do something for a cause, I wouldn’t charge people for it, or write an expensive book. Nothing personal with that author, but really despite his claims of being a true punk till the last page, he’s just backed up a lot his rich family, the same way he despised the NorthFace accoutred neo-hippies.
In a majority of ways, he just barely grasps the essentials of eastern philosophy. Anyone who’s objectively read about Hinduism or Buddhism can start seeing holes in his statements right from the word “mosh!!” How accurate would it be if I wrote a review of a BlackFlag show without having actually been to one?
The authors aspirations are noble, I’m really glad to see that positive stance he’s taken but he’s highly inaccurate in a millon ways especially when it comes to philosophy. He’s not built for that, however harsh it may sound.
Also, there a couple of other good books which talk about the fight with drugs and anti-establishment views and the whole punk-scence. Parts of the book just don’t fit together, it has some fake feel to it.
I would suggest people either stick with the Beat Generation authors who were originals or stick with true punk-ethics like the zine CometBus.
Punk is a pure ethic, a kind of philosophy, it’s association with drugs and violence is entirely accurate.
Buddhism and Hinduism are thousands of years old, and even people who spend their whole considering the amazing ambuiguity of these streams of thought are not entirely clear and that’s why they are considered as religions/philosophies.
A short mixture of dark-side of punk life, some WalMart-type fix of immediate spirutality and an uninformed close minded Westerner’s half-baked views about things which he fails to understand is all this book is about.
The initial pages are quite riveting, he is honest about the rawness of punk life and it’s ethics, doesn’t sugar coat it, but when he starts getting to spirituality, he starts getting biased and kind of smug, not a typical Buddhist, but all religions would welcome those important dollar donations 
It’s a decent read, but I wouldn’t own the book unless it was available for under a dollar.
yuppies, reading in a StarBucks shop, if you have to reach people you have make anything useful affordable to them.
Capitalism could be innate.”
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I don’t want to sound overly critical, but I just can’t bear the thought that people would actually see this as being a good book, let alone a spiritual instruction manual.
Poor little rich punk Noah grows up in the “tough streets” of Santa Cruz, then falls prey to drugs and alcohol to fit in with the tough kids. He gets 12 stepped, then proceeds to transform himself into some kind a of sober, quasi-Buddhist messiah. He also likes to talk about all of the famous people in “the scene” he knows. Wow Noah! You know Rancid!? Neat!
Please don’t waste your time. Read Brad Warner’s book if you want a decent “young person’s” outlook of the Buddha.
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