As a rule, I don't five stars to creative work, for the same reason I don't assign a "10" on the medical pain scale. Outside a black-ops interrogation room, no one experiences a 10. Outside Shakespeare, Nabokov, and other curve-skewers, no book merits five stars unless it reflects a lived experience that's comparably stratospheric. This one does. Erik Weihenmayer came closer to the actual stratosphere than 99.9999% of humanity by summiting Mount Everest, but breached a more significant, internal sphere by doing it blind. No Barriers chronicles his effort to push against this barrier harder, in a more terrifying setting: the often deadly rapids deep in the Grand Canyon.
In full disclosure, I watched part of this journey, while reporting on his training expedition down Mexico's Usumacinta River (which I found plenty terrifying with all five senses). I got to know Erik fairly well during that time, but probably no better than readers will here. Having read Erik's s books, what struck me most in this one was how much he'd grown as a writer while breaking seemingly a new record every six months.
This book is also extraordinarily well timed, with crucial guidance for this moment in history—which I'd rank as Class Five in whitewater terms, reserving Class Six for global war, famine, and other "features" that, for all we know, are just a few bends down the river.
It follows the author's process of learning to respond instead of react: working with the river's power instead of trying to battle it. You'll find similar counsel in lots of self-help books, but it's one thing to engage with the practice intellectually, quite another to put your body on the line. This we do with Erik, as he drenches himself in the process, learning through an all-but-literal osmosis. Responding not reacting. What a galling example of the exact opposite we Americans have in our executive office.