A penetrating memoir on 40 years of fighting for civil liberties, human rights, and justice by the former executive director of the ACLU and Human Rights Watch and the current president of the Open Society Institute.
A failed poet taking it out on everybody touching the book. Wasted metaphors like "pockmarked with bullets". And not just pockmarked, but with bullets not bullet holes. And overall contorted ways of saying nothing:
> [...] pockmarked with bullets from the eight-months-old siege that lasted nearly another three years.
What? "Nearly another"? And yes, people can read the Wikipedia, so tell the story. And here's the story: there is none. An old f*rt who felt self important all his life because of the gratitude of the people who could not afford his services. He is not employed by George Soros who sent him some place and Neier was happy to kiss the hand who was paying his bills. No. George Soros called Neier. George Soros needed him.
In short: I was very curious about the stories. But soon enough I got disgusted by this man's ego and kept turning the pages waiting for a more interesting part than his ways of getting high on his self importance.