I’m a longtime Pressfield fan and have purchased more copies of War of Art, Artist’s Journey, etc. than I can count. I hand them out to anyone I think can benefit—even if I just met them! I’ve also purchased his workshop series and other books, watch his video posts, and catch all the interviews I can. I LOVE Steven Pressfield and find his concise writing on Resistance helpful and inspiring. BUT.
I finally circled back around to finishing the book, after jumping ship at chapter 30 (there are 96). The chapters felt really disjointed, and many of which were filled with excruciating details on hooking up a tractor trailer, fiddling with gears, and other driving details I cared nothing about… If you're a dude who geeks out on instruction manuals and engines, you'll love it. He spares no detail.
I was looking forward to getting to know our character Steve on a deeper level, but found this memoir really 1-dimensional--as if getting something written/sold was his one goal in life and nothing else ever interacted with that (wife, family, other desires). I also found the narration incredibly distant. He called on his storytelling expertise to paint a picture for the reader, but the focus was on the external--the people he met (mostly white men) and those details of a scene that only a fiction teller (or tractor trailer instruction manual) could nail. This serves to distract the reader from the fact that he's keeping us at a great distance from... him. At the end of the book, he gets personal enough to say, "My mother died a couple months ago." This, followed by, "but I won't tell that story." We later learn his dad died and he has a brother (stated in one sentence). Isn't there a wife? Did he meet her later in life, too? Does he have kids? He goes on and on about living in the van, but after he sold his novel, how did that change things? The Author's Note might express more personal info than the actual memoir.
This wasn't what I was expecting from a memoir, especially one promising the parts he's left out in other books. I think he leaves out so much of the personal and emotional--too much. Very distant, and you won't find a lot here that he hasn't shared in other books. In fact, he reads from a number of them in here.