This is not an autobiography – it’s a set of memories about intellectual and emotional experiences that went to make the author the person he is today.
There is not much here about his parents, or his brothers and sister, or about the many interesting people met along the way. Those things are not what this book is about.
This is not necessarily the ways thing actually happened. Different incidents may have been conflated, relative chronologies reversed, black called white, and vice versa.
That’s memory for you.
Living By My Wits: Literary works by Alex Jones 
This book offers a fascinating spin on autobiography. Although his memories can seem somewhat disparate, Jones weaves them into a thoroughly readable narrative. His writing is charming, and the informality of the structure makes the book feel like a casual conversation with him. I am only 50 pages in, and I am hooked!
[Note to Casey: The word “may” in the second paragraph of this page should be “many”]
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