This is a brilliant book if you are dead into lineage, or colonialism, or just good old-fashioned elitism. I for one though am not, and therefore I found this book just boring. I will say now that I am a great fan of Dawkins' work and believe him to be a fantastic and important writer in some respects, but this autobiographer is easily the worst thing I have known him to write. Whilst it is clear that the writer has had a fascinating life (with his colonial/empire heavy upbringing etc), I found the way he tells the story of his life is filled with the presumption that every reader is as familiar with 'high culture' as he is himself. On top of this there is an ever-present tone of "I was so utterly fantastic as a child that I used to do things like this" followed by "I was so utterly revolutionary in my ways that everybody must have thought this of me". This book does have some redeeming qualities, but overall it is smug, self-aggrandising and sometimes just excruciatingly boring. To be avoided.