I am reluctant to write this review, knowing a person's response to literature is subjective, and personal. But I feel compelled to warn prospective buyers of this title that I found it almost impossible to read. The author seems to feel that simple, declarative sentences are as ugly as the massacre at Mai Lai. If you want to be lectured, with footnotes, this is your book. I don't know how you siphon off emotion when it comes to this subject, but the author has managed to drain the sink dry of any heartbeat. I really wanted to read this book, and I tried, and I tried, and I tried. But in the end the author whipped me into submission. I guess I'll have to wait for the Cliff Notes before I can absorb his message. Too bad, because underneath all the "moreovers" and "therefores" he had an idea, a worthy idea. In my opinion, he let his scholarship trump all.