It’s the standard conversion memoir required of all moderately famous former left-wing activists who have seen the light of conservatism. To that end, it’s marginally more entertaining than similar works primarily due to the heavy dose of Hollywood-bashing contained therein.

I did find it a bit creepy, however, to hear the author recount the implications of Robert Kennedy’s assassination. Medved was present at the Embassy ballroom of the Ambassador Hotel when Kennedy was shot. Over thirty-five years later, he still seems bitter that the tragedy resulted in the cancellation of a threesome he had lined up that night with two different women he was dating at the time.