Ghost Rider: Travels on the Healing Road
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In less than a year, Neil Peart lost both his 19-year-ancient daughter, Selena, and his wife, Jackie. Faced with overwhelming sadness and isolated from the world in his home on the lake, Peart was left lacking direction. This memoir tells of the sense of loss and directionlessness that led him on a 55,000-mile journey by motorcycle across much of North America, down through Mexico to Belize, and back again. He had needed to get away, but had not really needed a destination. His travel adventures chronicle his personal odyssey and include tales of reuniting with friends and family tree, grieving, thinking, and reminiscing as he rode until he encountered the miracle that allowed him to find peace.
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I like Neil Peart because when he grew his mustache, he looked like Tom Selleck with long hair, and how cool is to see a guy like Tom Selleck with mustache and long hair playing drums the way he does.
Reader’s Rating: 4 / 5
This man witnesses the death of his only child and then proceeds to watch his beloved wife deteriorate and die of cancer before his very eyes as a result of there daughters death, total meltdown for anyone. But this is not the point obviously because he criticised Americans so lets all just slam the book shut and shun it as arrogant rubbish. Shock horror, in the mists of undying grief he has exercised free speech about how he really feels and some people don’t like it, ban it, burn it, it’s the 2112 yet to come!!
If Neil were here now looking back at his loses and reading some of these reviews about the one or two cynical remarks he made he’s be inclined to say ‘WELL EXCUUUUSSSEE ME’. Shows just how damn touchy some people are, go on press the ‘no’ button on my review touchy!!
Reader’s Rating: 5 / 5
This is a tale about a musician who lost his daughter in an auto manufacturing accident and later his common law wife leaves him. So he rides his motorcycle reminiscing how miserable this Canadian�s life has become. This is not about motorcycles but a book of how not to live your life. …
Reader’s Rating: 1 / 5
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Reader’s Rating: 1 / 5
In a word: empty. By the time I finished reading it was reasonably ready for it to be over and I establish myself thinking ‘Well, so what? Huge deal.’ I never establish any point to this book. Is it supposed to be a travel book, regaling the reader with tales of visits to places of interest? Or is it supposed to be some sort of tale of the leader’s grief and how he coped, etc.? It never really succeeds at either, though the ex- comes much closer than the latter. It’s nearly as if it suffers from a split personality disorder: half the time it’s foreground episodic journeys to various cities and secluded towns, and the additional half is the backdrop of coping with and grieving over the loss of loved ones. Or maybe it’s the additional way around.
As a travel book, it should undoubtedly spark some longing or yearning in the wanderer or explorer in all of us who likes to roam and learn. Readers are certainly treated to several excellent bits of rich and wonderfully described sights and smells of far away, unfamiliar North American destinations.
But as some kind of grief experience catharsis, I establish the book to be a failure. To start with, it’s very hard to find any real sympathy for Mr. Peart because he never gives the reader a reason to care about him or his loss. We’re supposed to accept the both the goodness of the leader and the enormity of his losses prima face. Well, why? Certainly his losses are tragic (the deaths of his wife and daughter — certainly not a fate to be wished upon anyone), but don’t many people in the world suffer just as much in some way or another? Hasn’t most everybody had to deal with some kind of loss in some way, both now and throughout history? Doesn’t Mr. Peart read the papers lately? Why are we supposed to reflect that this is so much more of an injustice and of sufficiently greater import and significance to all that it warrants this retelling? Just because it happened to Mr. Peart? It is this type of bald narcissism that weighs the book down far too much, and ultimately seems to be his point. It’s just all about him. Maybe if there were lessons to be learned or some kind of comment on some slice of the human condition or revelations of self-discovery (if that even happened along his journeys, and it really didn’t seem to, but who knows?) there would be some reason for reading this book. But we never get any of that. A few tiny crumbs, at most. Much of the book is simply one page after another of narrative (though told with excellent wit and style) of how Mr. Peart tries to escape from his life’s pain either through booze or taking to the road and leaving town for a excellent couple of months. How he has changed as a person? What can readers learn from his experience? Is there any larger context in which the experience can be placed? There’s a journey of the body here, but not of the mind.
Mr. Peart and his life are the clear the center of the universe: an mad man, miserable with the hand he has been dealt, and doing his best to try to convince the readers his suffering is (or at least was) the greatest of all, yet insulating himself from the world. And maybe this is how he felt at the time, and one would certainly reflect he’s entitled, but presumably at the time of authoring the book a small balance could have been included to temper some of the ranting. The pleased ending to the tale seems to take place merely by chance, and not as the result of hard work or growth or change. Is that the point? Don’t do anything and maybe by blind luck something excellent will drop into your life to make it all better? Seems like a lousy lesson.
It’s certainly not a horrible book, but I suspect the only readers who might delight in this are persons looking to take a naughty voyeuristic peek into the life of the rock star leader and find out some intimate details. And these readers will get what they want because, once again, Mr Peart’s book seems pretty much to be only about himself. It’s an simple relationship with this book: narcissism consumed by voyeurism.
Reader’s Rating: 2 / 5