For whatever reason, I have a near obsession with finishing whatever books I start. Most of the time, this isn't a problem, but sometimes it almost kills me. This book was an instance of the latter.
Fred Eiseman has an incredible depth of knowledge about Bali, I will give him that much. What he doesn't have is any self restraint, or at the very least a good editor. At times, this book was just down right painful to read. There was just so much exhaustive detail at times, you couldn't see the forest for the trees. I don't need to know the name and backstory of every individual mask used in a barong show. It's also probably unnecessary to GIVE DIRECTIONS to all of the places and attraction you mention. I almost felt like Eiseman couldn't decide what he wanted his book to be: an encyclopedia on Balinese culture, a travel guide, or a book on Hindu tales and legends.
On the flip side, I did learn a lot, and it was a useful supplement to some of the things I had heard about and seen while I was in Bali. But on the whole, I think this could have been a much more interesting and useful book, if only it had been half its current length and much more tightly written.