Poetic anarcho ranting and raving. Novatore was a anarcho-individualist or some shit like that. It's all grandiose blowing about of living free and stuff, with very little of the actual theory that the author so proudly shouts about actually brought to the table. That's OK by me because I hate reading theory. But I also had trouble taking this seriously, or maybe I took it seriously but just couldn't get much out of it other than an appreciation of the authors use of language. You know, I have no real idea why this ended up on my booklist at all. Which is the only reason why I read it. Hell, at least I know why I read it. It's not bad, though. If this is your kind of thing or if it's not and for some reason you picked it up anyway, like I did.