November 8, 2008
Ghost Rider: Travels on the Healing Road
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Ghost Rider: Travels on the Healing Road
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Ghost Rider: Travels on the Healing RoadIn less than a year, Neil Peart lost both his 19-year-old daughter, Selena, and his wife, Jackie. Faced with overwhelming sadness and isolated from the world in his home on the lake, Peart was left without 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 stories of reuniting with friends and family, grieving, thinking, and reminiscing as he rode until he encountered the miracle that allowed him to find peace.
- amazon.com Sales Rank: #19409 in Book
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An amazing life story by M. E. Hollowell 
This book was inspirational! It provides a good reality check when you feel like life is handling you more than you can deal with.
CHRIS AND FRED GAVE A HORRIBLE REVIEW by Margaret Duhon 
Fred and Chris’ review is shockingly disturbing. I read this book 3 times and wept uncontrollably at Neil’s losses. I cannot believe that you would complain that he is shallow, and complained about the number of pages it took to tell of the events. How much more does he need to tell? Selena lost control of her vehicle, flipped it, and it killed her. It was a terrible accident without cause. Jackie fell into the worst depths of a depressive state and it killed her along with the terminal cancer. A disease I battled personally for 2 years but actually ended up in remission.
To complain that this book reads like a Mapsco means neither one of you understand or care about how most readers like myself want to know everything, every description, every detail of what he is seeing and feeling. Neil writes so that you feel you are right there with him and that is what I love about his writing style.
To say that he cares more about his friend who is in jail for marijuana possession, (not HARD DRUGS) instead of Selena and Jackie is very callous. If he cared about his friend over his family, he never would have been in seclusion for so long and would have probably returned to drumming a lot sooner. HE LOVED HIS LITTLE GIRL MORE THAN ANYTHING!!! Look at the way he talks about her in all of his books. He was a very doting father and very involved in her life.
The fact that he did not just take a bottle of pills and end it all after those tragic events shows how much courage and strong character he really has. And just because he can handle his liquor does not mean he is teetering on the brink of alcoholism. Sounds like something a member of the infamous AA would say.
Saying that he has a diminishing respect for humans individually and as a whole just means that you don’t like the way he looks at some people and situations. After reading all his books I realize that I think and feel the exact same way as he does. You just don’t like his observations because he tells the truth and tells it like it really is, and no one ever wants to hear the real truth.
He can’t help it if he does not really like being famous, nor can he help it that he is pretty much the best damn lyricist and drummer ever!! Its a little nerve racking to have people running after you all the time.
This book takes you through his private hell and emotional wreckage that feels like he will never come out of, and in a lot of ways he never really will. Yes he has found a new soul mate and has a renewed zest for life, but one never gets over the loss of their baby and you can see it in his eyes in recent pictures, he is not completely the same person he was before and never will be again and to say he is in need of some personal work makes me feel the both of you need personal work a lot more than he ever did!! Let’s see how you handle it when you loose your loved ones.
I have more respect and admiration for Neil Peart than a lot of peope I personally know and I am glad that he was able to find the will to live.
masterpiece! by R. Burgess 
i don’t know what more i can say, book more than worth reading, if you love music, RUSH, adventure, bikes, just to name a few and i you can appreciate what it takes for soul to lose everything an want to keep moving forward this is a worth wild read for you.
i personally love it for all that and the way he speaks so painfully honest of eventing, himself included. not to mention his amazing ability to be perfectly descript and yet it inst my method of choice to fall asleep, if you have ever read those kind of books im sure you can relate. and as you go you will see more and more of who Niel Peart is, much of it being hi sense of humor, all be it subtle r dark at times always there. all i can say is buy it and read it, i did it on a whim simply cuz i love Rush and always like to hear what fellow drummers have to say.
So So and boring by Analog Kid 
First let me say that I am a big Rush fan. Peart is one of the best if not the best drummer in rock in role and I enjoy the lyrical content of his songs which are deep and profound. Second, I can not imagine or even pretend to imagine the extreme emotional pain he experienced losing his daughter and than his wife a short time later. He is a survivor. With that said, I did enjoy the very small parts in the book where he spoke about the loss of Selena (daughter) and Jackie (wife) and his experiences with them. I wish he would have spoken more about them. The description of his travels was nice as well especially the areas that I am familiar with. However, the letters he wrote to his friends, especially his pal Brutus who was in prison for trying to sell drugs in the United Stated, got very old and where as boring as hell. He called it an injustice in regards to Brutus being in prison. Hey, you do the crime than you got to do the time, Neil! The letters where just way too much. I heard more about his druggie friend Brutus than about Jackie and Selena. The only reason I finished the book because I am stubborn, what I start I finish even if it is boring as hell. Furthermore, I spent 20+ bucks on the book and I could not justify to myself not finishing it. I bought the book thinking that it would give some insight to a man who I admire as a drummer in my favorite band but it seems he was very guarded. Nonetheless, it is his book and he can do as he pleases. I would not recommend it and the only reason i gave it two stars was because I am trying to be nice because I am a big Neil Peart fan when it comes to music but not when it comes to this book.
Fragmented, Poor Editing, but Contains Many Jems by Gregory Canellis 
As a faithful fan of the Canadian rock-trio Rush since 1976, I had read about the heart breaking double tragedy in drummer Neil Peart’s personal life: first the death of his daughter in a car accident, followed by that of his wife to cancer eight months later. Driving home from a recent Rush concert, I felt it was time to delve into Peart’s writings, beginning appropriately with _Ghost Rider: Travels of the Healing Road_.
Constantly surrounded at home by memories of his beloved wife and daughter, while consumed in his misery, loss and anguish, Peart, an empty shell of a man with no will to continue living realized he would die from the ravages of depression, if he did not keep moving “Book One” recounts Peart’s motorcycle journey of healing through some of North America’s most remote, rugged and majestically beautiful National Parks. Like many of his literary heroes, Peart set off with a writer’s eye and journal in hand. When not riding, Peart hiked forest trails, rowed on mountain lakes, anything to keep moving. Peart finds wonder in nature, its beauty, and is a knowledgeable bird watcher. Along the way, he investigates local used book stores, museums and the stomping grounds of some his favorite American authors. Peart often digresses and recounts the history of a little known piece of Americana and the people who laid claim to a piece of it.
Although a self-professed “saddle tramp,” Peart eats at the top of the food chain, and his efforts to satisfy his Champaign tastes (described in minute detail) on beer menus is sometimes comical. It soon becomes apparent that, despite his grieving heart, Peart is a loner, by nature, comfortable in his solitude. Yet, Peart the loner battles loneliness, especially at meal times or in crowded familial settings. Happy to sit alone in a darkened corner, he eats and vents to his journal about overweight tourists with “mullet” hair cuts, name tag wearing conventioneers, or “Califoricators.” When he goes as far as to label people “low lifes,” however, Mr. Peart apparently has forgotten that this social strata could easily buy Rush CDs and concert tickets too. Always polite (after all Peart is Canadian), he does not warm up to people easily, nor does he choose friends readily. When he does form friendships, they tend to be lifelong: his band mates, his wife’s relations, and his best friend and riding pal Brutus. After hearing that Brutus was incarcerated for illegal dealings in medicinal-herbal trade, Peart discovers a renewed purpose in the form of describing it through letters to Brutus in jail.
“Book Two” finds Peart in a winter hiatus at home, after a brief but unsuccessful relationship with a woman in California. Here, motorcycle treks are replaced by snowshoes and cross-country skies as Peart re-explores his snow covered winter soulscape, and intimates the process of his healing through more letters to colleagues and friends. Although at times repetitive, Peart’s letters are often more personal and revealing; less formal, and more soul bearing than his narrative. Skimming over these letters, one risks missing some of Peart’s most insightful self-analysis. Yet, several of the letters to Brutus containing nothing more than adolescent banter and coded insider jokes certainly should have been chopped.
It is said that wisdom is attained through pain. Neil Peart, through grief, and in spite of himself, has gained a wisdom some of us may never hope to grasp. The ancient Chinese general Sun Tzu wrote: “Know yourself, then know others, and you will not be imperiled in a hundred battles.” Peart not only possesses the self-honesty to know himself, his human foibles, and character defects, but also came to identify the ghosts and demons that taunt a grieving soul on a daily basis. The more tangible aspects of the book contain a few flaws, though.
Travel narratives offer unique challenges to a writer. Anyone who has attempted to put pen to paper soon realizes that everything surrounding them is called something. Peart’s numerous descriptions of flora and fauna, and efforts to research afford the reader the joy of watching a writer in the process of developing his craft. Redundancy is another challenge. Keeping thousands of miles of roads, highways, rivers, valleys, mountains, forests, and Best Western Hotels fresh on every page is a daunting task indeed. The combination of Peart’s narrative, journal entries, and too many letters to Brutus, needless to say, created overlap that unfortunately escaped an editor’s keen eye. It seems Peart is enamored with the Shift-I keys. Peart’s more than generous sprinkling of italicized words, is quite distracting. After a few hundred pages, Peart’s final chapters and epilog take a steep nose dive. One can almost hear Peart’s publisher saying, “I need that manuscript tomorrow!”
Though bound handsomely the book contains some needless flair. Each new chapter shows an artsy black and white photograph of Peart’s riderless BMW motorcycle, pointed down a different stretch of scenic, yet lonely North American highway. Peart hints at having taken hundreds of photos on his journey, yet not one (other than the chapter photos mentioned above) appears in the book. A photo section offering views into Peart’s family life before, and during his healing journey would have been a joy. Likewise, Journal passages headed with a facsimile of Peart’s handwriting, only offers more needless attempts at flair. For map lovers, the absence of a simple rudimentary map outlining Peart’s route will surely disappoint.
At the risk of appearing fragmented, this book offers much to a varied audience. Lack of smoother flow and tighter ending is perhaps more the fault of a keen editor than the author’s. Yet the joy of watching Neil Peart grow both emotionally and literally makes Ghosts a must read, whether you are a Rush fan or not.
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