Ghost Rider: Travels on the Healing RoadWithin a ten-month period, 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 personal devastation that led him on a 55,000-mile journey by motorcycle across much of North America, down through Mexico to Belize, and back again. Peart’s journey of self-exile and exploration chronicle his personal odyssey and include stories of reuniting with friends and family, grieving, and reminiscing. He recorded with dazzling artistry, the enormous range of his travel adventures, from the mountains to the seas, from the deserts to the Arctic ice, and the memorable people who contributed to his healing. Ghost Rider is a brilliantly written, and ultimately triumphant narrative memoir from a gifted writer and the drummer and lyricist of the legendary rock band Rush. |
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... telling the story of a journey. My interest in writing had begun with composing lyrics for the band, and had grown from a taste for writing letters into a serious love of stringing words together on the page. As I continued to develop ...
... tell, I could only hope, and if time was supposed to be the great healer, then the best thing I could do was try to “let it pass” as painlessly as possible, try to minimize the self-destructive urges, and stay away from the house on the ...
... tell her why I was selling the house — one of the first times I was forced to tell my sad story in brief, painful words — and after offering a formulaic expression of sympathy, she told me how that might affect a buyer's response to the ...
... tell with everything gummed up with mud, and there was nothing I could do about it anyway, but it was something else to worry about. And still the rain kept falling, hour after hour, and I began to fear the ride out of there the ...
... telling her the truth, “You know, you're a lousy waitress.” But, I noted, “Like so many other truths, pointless.” However, the music that was playing in the restaurant caught my ear. In previous years I had always kept abreast of new ...