There are books that make people on the train do a double-take when they catch a glimpse of the cover. “The Sex Lives of Cannibals” is one of those books. I felt like wearing a sign that said “no, it is not actually about the sex lives of cannibals.” This provocatively named book is actually a travel memoir of sorts by a 20-something man who moves to the south Pacific island of Kiribati. Troost and his wife move to the island for 2 years. Troost struggles to adapt to life on the island. With a strong dose of dry wit and sarcasm, he writes of his tribulations with everything from the extreme temperature, the strange customs of the locals and the lack of everyday comforts he was used to from his life before he moved to the island.
What he thought would be an island paradise ends up being a place where the locals defecate in the ocean. Sounds like a perfect tropical beach destination, right??
I think the one topic in this book that made me never want to live on Kiribati was the descriptions of what the average diet on the island was like…not very appealing… like on Hawaii, the islanders find Spam to be a delicacy. Also, one would think that being on an island the residents would have a diet full of fresh seafood…not so much. One other island delicacy is dog. (for more on eating dogs, see the book Why We Love Dogs, Eat Pigs, and Wear Cows. 😉 )