The cover is probably the best part. Chapter one is a diarrhea of words and a vomit of name dropping. It's not Daniel Kahneman, it's "Nobel Prize–winning psychologist". It's not Loftus, it's
> the psychologist Elizabeth Loftus, whose expertise has been used in trials as different and influential as those of O. J. Simpson, Timothy McVeigh, and mass murderer Ted Bundy.
So Tim McVeigh was not a mass murderer?!? Anyway, even Nelson Mandela has something to do with Barry's crap. The text is clear and definite:
> A student attorney at the University of Michigan Law School was representing a Colombian mother in a custody dispute.
In the end this volume proves to be a series of 10 short blog posts fluffed up with smarty quotes and mottos, even some public domain picture here and there.
Also the text is obscure with pointless references. Like his teachers, Barry is too intellectually narrow to adapt his text to the audience and is more than happy to copy and paste from the works of somebody else. Hence a long dead poet who wrote a word in triplicate as a title poem becomes:
> In 1835, for example, Lord Alfred Tennyson wrote a poem to try to capture the pain and loneliness he felt after the death of his good friend Arthur Hallam, a fellow poet and university student at Cambridge who died of an unexpected cerebral hemorrhage when only 22 years old.
And that is argument enough for Logic is out of Barry's intellectual grasp.