This may be the oddest book of its kind that you'll ever read. It's a memoir of a sort, an autobiography, in much the same way that crumbs dropped on the forest floor are a pathway to the old hag's hut where Hansel and Gretel are held. If you collect the crumbs as you walk, you'll have a sum greater than its parts at the end of your trek-a surprisingly coherent account of a unique personality, an incorrigible individualist, fiercely independent, defiant of tradition, who is sometimes profound and insightful and sometimes trite and narrow-minded, highly original but not necessarily admirable. Most important, the author is someone who thinks, which challenges readers to think. And whether or not you're sympathetic to his way of thinking, one thing is clear: he is above all else rational.