Title: Half as long would have been twice as good
Product review: Unfortunately the most compelling section of this book is the fist hundred pages or so. After that, it feels like an endless attempt by the author to assault the reader with his egomania. He is not only telling us about himself--which is after all the whole point of autobiography--but it's obvious that he spends every waking moment thinking about himself and how special and clever he is. In so doing he winds up painting a picture of a very ordinary narcissist. Yawn. There are very entertaining bits and pieces throughout, but the book desperately cries out for some serious editing and all in all the gems are not plentiful enough to make the book worth buying.
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