We had a massive storm overnight that often kept me awake, so I read and eventually finished this. I thought NB was my least favorite of Tony‘s books, but I enjoyed this much more than my recent reread of Medium Raw. Do not skip the short reflections on each essay at the end of the book. I think the Tony who died in 2018 was a more world weary unhappy guy than here. It was a bit joyous to read his (relatively) youthful enthusiasm.