My Prologue
Part of me feels bad that I’m going to rip into this book because, I mean c’mon, the dude is just trying to use horses to make a the world a better place. And I’m sure that he and his horses are wonderful at his job. But darnit, someone out there is is paying money to read this book! And so, here comes a review of this book that is so very filled with horse apples.
My Review
These 200 pages are not a book but a brochure. There is no actual wisdom dispensed here - just a few shallow, substance-free stories about how some people came to some horse camp and some of 'em got better. And so can you. But not from reading this book. Instead you can get healing is for just 9.95 a month (or however much horse-therapy camp is) at the Equine Experience. (Okay, that last sentence might have been cheap shot. Or not.)
Hm.
Well, if we can’t critique on its content (‘cause there ain’t none there), then let’s critique its writing. Lemme tell ya folks, it’s bad. Real bad. I understand bad writing when no ghost-writing/bored-journalist-looking-for-something-to-do is available. But Wyatt Webb gets Cindy Pearlman to help out this effort. Rumor has it she’s a writer. But sometimes in this book, it is really hard to tell. Let’s take a look at a few nuggets, shall we?
Nugget 1
I was asked to write a mission statement. The one I wrote was to offer the premier program at the resort. Understand, there are many wonderful programs at Miraval, but from its inception, the Equine Experience has been referred to as the “signature program” of our facility. (pg 100)
So...the mission statement is what? How can you write that first line and then never tell us what this mission statement is that you’re so proud of that you put it in your book!?
Writing 101: Make good on your topic sentences.
Nugget 2
I began to talk to him [a boy named Billy], and we started with his rage. I let him know that it was okay that he felt anger - it just wasn’t okay for him to act it out. As minutes passed and I continued to listen to him, he began to acknowledge that he was afraid. Slowly, he became more comfortable talking about his fear; then he began to talk about his shame. Finally, he was able to express some of the pain and loneliness that had been passing for his life. (page 87)
WHAT!?!? What was he afraid of? What was he ashamed of? How did this magical conversation go that was apparently opened by waving a magic wand and saying the magic words “It’s okay to feel anger”?
Writing 101: Be specific. Nothing is more boring to read than vague descriptions.
Nugget 3
Bunny’s demons had been sedative and alcohol. She shared with us a life of devastation similar to mine. She then talked about going to her first recovery meeting, and it was heartbreaking.
She told us that she saw the word God on the wall and started to cry.
The man seated next to her asked, “Bunny, what’s wrong?”
“This won’t work because I’m an atheist!”
The man gazed warmly at her and said, “That’s all right. It will work for you if you can just believe in a power greater than yourself. Can you start by just believing in us as that power?”
That gave her hope when there was none. It turns out that Bunny could believe in a higher power. An atheist had come to believe in God! (pg. 64-65)
HOW!?!?!? How did an atheist come to believe in “god”? And if the answer is that her belief in the “us as that power” is a belief in God, then what a load of horse manure that is. And if she actually did start to believe in God again, then holy crap tell us how that happened!!!!
Writing 101: Only leap to logical conclusions. AKA Don’t leave out information that is ridiculously important to the understanding of an anecdote.
Nugget 4
So I threw down my microphone and ran off the stage. I ran out of the club and out of that city - I just kept running and running. And at that moment, I quit using amphetamines and went home to Nashville.
Days of darkness went by where I barely lifted the shade in my bedroom. I did get up long enough to pour all my pills down the toilet and flush them away[...] I was finally being a tough guy.
I went into massive withdrawal, and no amount of toughness can make that process easier. I just had to ride it out. I was pouring sweat and violently shaking. On top of what was happening to my body, I was also having severe hallucinations. I heard voices coming out of the air conditioner, and demonic visions coming out of the curtains. Inside my head was a roar of pure terror. In the few lucid moments I had, I wished that I would die. (pg. 51-52)
(The next page, he goes to the doctor, who just tells him that he should be dead. Then the next page just tells us that he had now been drug free for 10 days and that he’d never taken another pill since.)
Just like that, huh? Wow. That’s all you dedicate to talking about how you got over your drug addiction? It’s not like this isn’t one of the most pivotal moments in your life or anything. If you’re going to keep comparing yourself to the hero in Joseph Campbell’s theories about traveling to hell and slaying your dragons, then spend more than half a page detailing your trip to hell and the slaying of the dragon!
Writing 101: Spend more time on the important stuff, and less time on the less important stuff.
Nugget 5
Unfortunately, as is sometimes the case, my marriage did not survive sobriety. Four years after I got out of rehab, my wife and I got a very amicable divorce. (pg 73)
...that’s all you have to say about it? I guess that makes sense since that’s about how long you took to introduce the fact that you got married in the first place. Again, I’d hate to linger on anything of substance here, so...
Writing 101: If you’re not going to talk about it, then don’t talk about it.
Nugget 6
What generally prevents people from doing this [improving our relationships] is our good old pals fear and self-doubt. If we just deal with those two emotions, we can all self-actualize. It’s that simple. And then we can ultimately take responsibility for every breath we take on this planet. The results will be stunnin. Maybe we could stop wars, stop destroying the planet...and each other. But is this going to happen? I don’t know. (pg. 146)
I...I don’t...I don’t even know where to start with this nugget. World Peace seems to simple when you put it like this. And...really...You don’t know if this is ever going to happen? Here, I will tell you. IT’S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!
Writing 101: It’s not going to happen. Even with your horses, it’s not going to happen.
Conclusion
So there you have it: 1) A life story of a recovered drug addict and alcoholic that is painted in such broad strokes as to create the typical paint-by-numbers Road to Recovery Story. 2) Not enough about the horses to make it about the horses (so, despite the fact that there are horses on the cover, trust the title of the book: It’s NOT About the Horse). 3) Sloppy writing.
Reading 101: Minuscule substance + Bad writing = Don’t read this book.