Bertell Ollman's book is almost impossible to review, and this for at least two reasons. The first is that it's a one-of-a-kind, so there is no book one can compare it with. The second is that he has already reviewed it himself, on page 180, rather favorably. The third is that he sent me a free copy, enclosing a review from Z Magazine, thus combining a bribe with yet another model interview (sub-species: favorable). The fourth is that the back-page “puffs,” evidently from some more of his fans, say it better, and more briefly, than I possibly could. Consider this from Savas Michael: “A wonderful combination of Oxford scholarship and clarity, Marxist insight, Jewish humor, and revolutionary pedagogy, i.e. Ollman at his best.”