So disappointing. Had I read anything else by Murray Bookchin, perhaps I would have found more substantial agreement, for I wanted very much to agree with him. But twenty years of ecocide further on from when this book was published, the "anti-humanist" writers and thinkers he critiques are looking more and more prescient, while this work is looking more and more out-of-date and irrelevant. (The one exception is his trenchant critique of nihilistic postmodernist thought, but even there, some of the things he castigates seem much more deserving of attack than others.) I find I do agree wholeheartedly with the last line of the book: "If we are incapable of acting strenuously to free ourselves, we do not deserve to be free." The question is, what does freedom really mean? ( )