I'm not reading this sequentially. It doesn't seem to be required.
I remember sitting with old men on lawn chairs on warm days (not all at the same time, none of them famous). I would say something, usually a question. They would start talking in a mumble. Then the mumble would hit a memory and they might be off on a clear string that worked it's way into the past. They would be looking somewhere. Sometimes I think they went back and I was looking at a broadcast in the form of an old man. The story never ended. Even when we parted company the conversation went on.
This book is close to that in spirit. It's a good conversation. For me that means you don't have to hear it all sequentially. I'll read all the pages and part company and the conversation will be over. I don't have to worry about bookmarks.
Alda isn't in a lawn chair sitting next to you. Even though you can't prompt or ask questions, he's close enough.