[2] Feyerabend barely managed to finish writing the book, lying in a hospital bed with an inoperable brain tumor and the left side of his body paralyzed, and he died shortly before it was released.

[4] Feyerabend discloses that he did not keep any careful records of his life and destroyed much of the documentation autobiographers usually preserve, including a family album discarded "to make room for what I then thought were more important books", and correspondences ("even from Nobel Prize winners").

[7] His stormy relationships with philosophical contemporaries including mentor Karl Popper, friend and colleague Imre Lakatos and department chair of philosophy at University of California, Berkeley John Searle are described in vivid anecdotes.

[9] Friend and student of Feyerabend Sheldon J. Reaven hailed the autobiography as "delightful" and "revealing",[10] while a reviewer in Contemporary Sociology found the book "by turns charming and infuriating".

[1] Prolific reviewer Danny Yee called it "an engaging autobiography of an intriguing individual who lead [sic] an eventful life", and remarked that the book could be appreciated by readers uninterested in philosophy of science or who had never heard of Feyerabend.