Well, I can't say that I intensely disliked this book, but... at times I did wonder if it was worth going on, especially during the first half. It's less about mountaineering and more about Ed. It's autobiography and mountains aren't the prime focus of the narrative as far as I can tell. In the afterword the author did say that the book was more of a personal story about what it takes to be a climber, rather than a book about mountaineering, which is fair enough... but I'd rather hear it in an intro, than after the fact. I feel like the title is a bit misleading as well: it's not "Climbing the World's 14 Highest Peaks", because, well, some of the climbs are barely mentioned. It is a book about Ed Viesturs, not about the mountains.
The book starts out of the blue in the middle of some action and near-death experiences, which I reckon is there to get the reader hooked-in, but the problem is it comes out of nowhere and lacks any context. Then abruptly we are thrown back to the start of the story, and there will be barely any actual nail-biting sequences about climbing throughout the rest of the text.
A lot of space is devoted to Ed's personal life which I honestly have zero interest in. A lot of it had nothing to do with actual climbing and I really struggle to visualize a person who would mutter "good stuff" when reading through two pages about Ed's family moving to a new house or about the progress his kids were making at school.
While I appreciate that the author devoted some time to get in detail of all the stuff he did between the climbs, I feel like that it should have culminated in the climbs themselves. I expected to understand the characters of each of the 14 peaks, how are they different and what challenges they present by the end of the book, but... some of the climbs are barely mentioned. "That year we climbed Gasherbrum I and II, it was a good year for us" is literally all there is about some of the climbs (I'd say half of the climbs are covered in 2-3 sentences and to never be mentioned again).
Look, I have no problems with autobiographies, but honestly Ed Viesturs is hardly a household name... There are at least a dozen other mountaineers who achieved a lot more during their career (or lived through more exciting events) and can share their personal stories which people might be interested in... But I picked up this book in particular to learn about mountaineering, not about personal struggles of a perfectly healthy middle-class american guy who was lucky enough to get a privilege of having an opportunity to live his dream. I was quite put off by how Ed pumps up his character throughout the book by quoting nice things other people said about him, and on several occasions he goes on and on about how humble and down-to-earth he is, and how undeniably perfect he is at making decisions. Maybe he is, may be he is not, but I just honestly don't want to hear about it, I want to develop my own opinion of the person behind the story, and in all honesty my impression is that Ed is the kind of guy who enjoys the sound of his own voice a lot. Maybe he isn't, but this is what this book sounds like. At the same time, on a few occasions he pretends to say good or neutral things about other climbers, while in fact implying they were complete a-holes. "Mario is such an upstanding brave guy, he couldn't be the one who stole our ropes, but there was no one else on the mountain, so let that be a mystery" - stuff like that... It would be fine on a couple of occasions, but these instances of self-praise and thinly veiled accusations are spread throughout the book in great amount.
Another thing which put me off at the very start and almost made me give up right there and then - there is a brief but quite transparent mention of a "one-night stand" he experienced with a female French climber right at the base camp, which serves absolutely no purpose in the story and I can't see why on Earth he would ever betray her privacy just like that. Especially considering that she was dead by the time he wrote the book, why, just... why?! And he actually goes on to demean her throughout a whole chapter every time not forgetting to say "well, I'm not saying she did that or she was wrong, she's such a brave woman blah-blah-blah", but come on, you chose to devote several paragraphs at the very start of your autobiography to badmouth a person, stop pretending mate, it doesn't look subtle at all...
And by the way, here is another problem - just like that French climber, A LOT of characters appear and disappear throughout the book, and you will lose track of them soon enough. There are dozens and dozens of names which Ed introduces for no reason, to never be mentioned again. Some of them are people you will not care about - why on Earth would I need a one-paragraph introduction to another "such a nice guy" Ed worked with while he was a student, who never appears in the story again?
Overall, I am disappointed. I can't understand why this is such a popular book and because of that scene at the beginning I don't even want to keep it so that my kid can pick it up when he's old enough. Herzog's "Annapurna" will do for now. In any case, if you're such a big fan of Ed Viesturs that you want to know all about his personal life, then surely this would be a good read for you. But if you want to read about actual mountain climbing, then look elsewhere.