I’ll be honest: if I hadn’t been listening to this as an audio book, and if it hadn’t been a day when I was working as an extra, I wouldn’t have finished this book. Not even close.
There is some good, solid advice on craft and discipline in the first few chapters, but then Pressfield starts talking about golf and angels and God and other things which, belief aside, I’m not really interested in. I don’t want to hear your kooky opinions or half-baked theories about the nature of the universe. And his implication that cancer is merely a symptom of people’s unfulfilled dreams is offensive to anyone who’s ever lost a family member to the disease.
It’s not nearly as bad as Dilbert creator Scott Adams going off the rails, but like I said, if I hadn’t been stuck on set with few other entertainment options, I would have dropped it long before the end.