This is a strange book from one of the great authorities on sex, for it reads like an Apologia rather than a mature autobiography. One cannot but feel that Ellis, seeking in himself ""case material"" along the lines of his life's research, strains at gnats and swallows camels. The text is repetitious, padded, naive at times in an effort to establish a point (i.e. that he was not jealous of his wife's homosexual relationships). A book of more interest to psychologists than to the average reader. In no sense a rounded autobiography, but more an analytical study of inherited tendencies, childhood patterns, psychological appraisal of a sex life that included a marriage virtually unrelated to normal sexual conditions, and shadowy ""affairs"".