I've been bouncing around this Moby-Dick-of-a-book;I don't think a review is possible, you'd need some fractal organization--- and if you've followed Zizek's Lectures since 2006, this oeuvre makes for not only a nice compact, (yes compact) summary,but a development of those ideas presented in the past, many times in sketch form for a lecture.
All the opaque moments one found in Zizek are all now clarified in great detail, well some detail and conceptual scope. You learn to live with the jokes, or memorize them to repeat them at a bar, or to impress your endowed date.
But Zizek's engagements with spiritual life is again re-interated herein in great detail, Christianity, Judaism,What is ideology?, a never-ending question, and how is it represented the "monstrosities" we've all learned to live with.
You should not walk away from Zizek now with any sketch, and incompletedness of anything,it's all clear,comprehensive, all spelled out and,developed and you should have learned by now, that he presses,engages thought to its limits;it's own limits. Thought, the imagination not going as far as it can is reprehensible, odious, as Mao's Idealism,it's not worth our time anymore, to go half-way, half baked thought for short extension spans as the bytes "nouveau philosophes" in France a la, Glukesmann; It is not worth the time.
The book is critical of those in history, in the intellectual thought of Europa who met their own paradigms and tropes half way, as Kant, as Hegel,Rorty, in places,and as Lacan,those whom he loves.( Lacan did have fun in his last years with all those geometric metaphors topologies of the unconscious,the imagination) I'd throw in Lenin, Wittgenstein and Schoenberg I suspect, the Master,Maitre Lacan didn't mount the poll as far as he could. . . we all accept that there are gaps, voids to be filled.We fill them everyday with desires, objet petit a, makes it's appearance herein;Things we only know after we know them,like that quote from Beckett someplace," I must have seen you before, since I'm seeing you now. . ."
You'll find Zizek loves a good fight; and he spars,stings those who have takened issue with him; the cognitive cadres, Dennett(you know his story of the sea anemone) and the old fashioned deconstructionists, and Deleuze, who he also loves;I do; and the atheists,(the only true believers) Sam Harris,and the new gifted thinkers as Meillasoux, those who have the audacity to present a pathway Zizek himself didn't have the time to develop. He loves everyone. . ., I guess he is the last Romantic;,perhaps Zizek has had too much Wagner in his "cognitive diet".
He never fails to express referential gratitudes, platitudes, whenever necessary; as Catherine Malabou and the innovative path of her "plasticity"(freedom) in Hegel, another "open road" for us to enter. . . then love is a topic via Badiou,the "walking Plato" amongst us,Once you get past the performative moments in Zizek, and if you've been with him for the past decade, you should begin to develop your own repertoire of conceptual undercurrents that runs through his work, like the stream on Dante's "Purgatorio" running deep; coming to the mountain in the blue azur of half darkness. So the dialectic is given a fresh amount of time; correlations, the Lacan lexicon is perennial, signifiers prancing and shouting down the streets of Hollywood, the signified waiting to be discovered.
After 20 pages or so of this tome; I've found myself reading Hegel,"the Phenomenology. . " and Kojeve"s Lectures. . . you're attractors will stiffen,magnetized for this;,like in "Close Encounters. . " where Richard Dreyfuss and others were subconsciously drawn toward a shape;, I suspect you will be drawn to Marx as well. Keep reading. . . ! You wont regret it.
In reading this Zizek There are no protective "sunglasses" to wear unfortunately,(as Sloterdijk might claim that we have already in our safe and secure cocoons of existence our own complaisance states of comfort, our Spheres of the Lebenswelt; Zizek wants you to go the distance, all 15 rounds. . .
The book is structured like a vast symphonic form,larger than Beethoven's Ninth, with numerous "interludes" to help us catch our breath. Have fun!