I'll let Ray Mears off for this, because I love his TV shows, especially the Bushcraft series. By all means, read it for a more rounded perspective of the survival series', the making of Mears as an expert in his field, and for his unique insights into bushcraft. Just don't read it for the writing. 'My Outdoor Life' is for admirers who'd like to know just a little more about the man himself. Spoiler alert: he doesn't reveal much more than what you may expect from Ray the TV guy. He's said many times before how he likes to keep his life private, and that reticence comes across, often frustratingly so.
God, I have to say it. Mears really is a bloody awful writer. I wish he wasn't, but there we are. The chapters written on the African expedition with his ex-girlfriend would curl the toenails of any post-colonial student indebted to Edward Said's 'Orientalism'. Pages and pages of words could have been saved from all the praise he repetitively heaps upon mentors old and new. The very real, very interesting-sounding people of his early life are so bland and poorly drawn that they start to resemble 2D cutouts he's whittled from tree bark. Really, the most you get is Excellent guy, Top man, Thoroughly decent chap: he starts to sound like a proto-Bertie Wooster the way he describes the men who'd go on to shape such a great career as he's enjoyed -- quite naively, it seems -- as a SWM. As a seasoned reader, it's such a shame to get a book this bad, especially when it comes from someone you really like. Still, there are some decent anecdotes in the mix and muddle. And hardly any spelling mistakes.