I read this memoir because I love Michael Krasny as a radio host. For the decade and a half that I lived in the Bay Area, Forum on KQED was a drive-time (or late-rising) staple of my media diet. Naturally I wanted to learn more about what led to this important cultural creation.
Krasny does deliver a good origin story and enough juicy tales from behind the scenes of his interviews. However, this felt exhausting to read. It rambles. He mentions about 7,000 times how he really wanted to be a novelist, but just wasn't that good at it. His tendency is to explain or, over-explain. This autobiography skews much more in the direction of reflection, explanation, and at times rationalization that came off as defensive. It is long-winded.
I do feel that i know this radio personality and what makes him tick much better. But it was effortful.