Still, the two authors do have plenty in common. Both young women bearing the scars of broken marriages embarked on journeys to find healing: Gilbert to Italy, India, and Bali; Strayed on a 1,100 mile solo hike across the inhospitable Pacific Crest Trail in the wake of her mother's death and a period of dabbling in heroin. Two of the highest-earning Hollywood actresses glommed onto the books—Julia Roberts portrayed Gilbert in the 2010 film adaptation, and Reese Witherspoon purchased the rights to Wild. And both writers told powerful stories of loss and forgiveness that resonate deeply with readers, and both were already well-regarded authors of literary fiction before Oprah anointed them. Though Oprah never officially branded the cover of Eat, Pray, Love with her seal, she brought Gilbert on as a guest to her show, commissioned frequent contributions to O magazine, and tapped her as a panelist for her "Live Your Best Life" weekend. With Oprah's endorsement, Eat, Pray, Love spent 187 weeks on the Bestsellers' List. Wild went to Number No. 1 on the list (and has hovered in the top 20 since) in the days following Oprah's new book club announcement, which ended the club's two-year hiatus.
"I think a lot of people think these decisions happen by committee or apparatus, but Oprah just called me on my cell phone," Strayed told me over the phone from Burlington, where she was giving a talk at the University of Vermont. "My cell phone rang and I didn't recognize the number, and she said, 'Hi, this is Oprah.' And I paused and said, 'It is.' You know who it is when Oprah calls you." Several days later, Strayed flew to Oprah's Santa Barbara estate where they shot interviews and made plans to release the special eBook edition of Wild, which includes special features, like Oprah's favorite passages. Strayed said she experienced no Jonathan Franzen-esque skepticism: "I didn't have any hesitation when she asked me. Back when I was in graduate school at Syracuse people would say, 'Oh, the Oprah Book Club,' and roll their eyes. I think it's easy to disregard the literary taste of women, like somehow female readers are not as serious or intellectual, which is really sexist and incorrect."
But Strayed, with her unsentimental, unflinching attitude toward the muck of life, seems like an odd choice to be paired with Oprah's New Age-lite brand of yoga pants, vision boards, and Dr. Oz-endorsed juice cleanses. Strayed's "radical empathy" contradicts Dr. Phil's blustering judgmental condemnations. In her 2006 blueprint essay for Wild, "The Love of My Life," Strayed gives a hard glimpse into a bout of promiscuity after her mother's death that eventually ended her marriage: "I didn't bargain, become depressed, or accept. I fucked. I sucked. Not my husband, but people I hardly knew, and in that I found a glimmer of relief." This is a sharp contrast to the first line of Gilbert's memoir, "I wish Giovanni would kiss me," conjuring giddy, girlish romance in a foreign land. Strayed's cult followers must have feared sharing their den mother with the middlebrow masses of Oprah readers. Doesn't such a meteoric ascent and the knowledge of a huge new audience somehow alter a writer's process?