Marc Ribot is a treasure. But surely not for everyone. And I think a love of his improvised, abrasive style of music, his musical activism, is probably key to enjoying this little burst of anecdotes and essays. A few were beautiful, almost profound, others were funny or funny-ish. The group of surreal film-treatments struck me as a clever idea, but ultimately so obtuse and disjointed as to be pretentious or even annoying. But, again, he is improvising and burning, and by the end of the evening, you have experienced unique, atonal phrasings and jarring time signatures... and though it was touch and go at times and you almost put it down once or twice, you are glad you read it.