Review of Between a Rock and a Hard Place

7. Between a Rock and a Hard Place (Aron Ralston)

Pleasure: 3/10 Stars
Utility: 5/10 Stars

This is the first (and I hope last) time I've ever said this: the movie is better than the book. The story of what happened to Ralston in the Horseshoe Canyon of Moab, UT is a fascinating one. But instead of simply relating the events surrounding his amputation he turns the book into an autobiography. And the tone of the writing came across in many places as an extended ego trip. Several times in the first few chapters I found myself thinking "Aron, I really couldn't care less about when you climbed Mount McKinley or when you saw the Grand Canyon for the first time." I'm sure they were significant moments for him but, as he himself says, even photographs failed to capture the experience itself which is only available to those who have actually done it and gone through the pain and exhilaration. I also often felt that so much of the writing was dragged down by unnecessary detail. It reminded me of when, as a child, I was trying to recount a story to my parents that I'd seen in a movie or TV show but instead of giving a general idea of the broad themes, I got bogged down with excess verbiage. Some portions were literally blow by blow explanations of exactly what was happening and I just found myself thinking "Come on! Get on with the story of you cutting your hand off!"

One thing I would like to mention is the occasional theme of sensationalism. Aron is definitely a sensationalist and constantly needs to be stretching himself and expanding his horizons and chasing these wild experiences. Thoughts of Madame Bovary kept surfacing in my head and I thought to check out Ralston's page on Wikipedia. My suspicions were immediately confirmed. The poor guy really doesn't have a fun personal life. He's experienced the pain of divorce and, at one point, was arrested for, although never charged with, domestic abuse. The book gives the impression that, in Ralston's mind, every moment not spent chasing sensational experiences in the outdoors is a wasted moment. The following selection stood out as particularly revealing of his outlook on life:

"I thrive on stimulation and action, and aside from the litany of physical duress, my entrapment has brought the additional psychological curse of being unable to fully occupy my mind. I feel engaged at moments, even an hour at a time, but I can't help dwelling on the monotony of this motionlessness. If dehydration and hypothermia don't take me in the next couple of days, boredom may well dull my instincts and quash my will to live. A question haunts me: How weary will I get before suicide seems the only excitement that could relieve the ennui?"

The thought crossed my mind that Ralston will likely never know the joys of being married to one person for decades or of contributing something truly significant to a small community of people. It seems that life for him has largely become about simply living his dreams and doing those things that make him feel as alive as possible. Such an existence, while having a superficial layering of friendships to stave off feelings of isolation, must be a lonely one from time to time. It is in those moments of monotony that simple, mundane joys fill our hearts and we can be happier than we ever thought we could be.