I am drawn to Barry Jones, his politics, his ethics, his common decency, but I am so in awe of his amazing intelligence that it is hard to keep up with him, even in a book. There is a feeling of sadness and isolation in this autobiography, who does a person of his intellect commune with after all? But despite all of that, his achievements are many and his life, is and always was, full to the max. His lists at the end of the book morphed into another book The Shock of Recognition.