Slate's David Weigel writes about the book, which is titled Public Enemy: Confessions of an American Dissident:
To hear Ayers tell it, since 2001 he’s been victimized and pilloried and misunderstand by a succession of idiots.
Weigel shares this observation:
Before Andrew Breitbart, Tucker Carlson, and other right-wingers showed up for dinner at his house (a charity auction had gone spectacularly wrong, or maybe spectacularly right), Ayers recites some Rilke poetry to himself:
Let everything happen to you
beauty and terror
just keep going
no feeling is final
Come on, how often do you get to meet an author this devoid of irony?