Dunne’s otherwise excellent effort suffers from occasional impenetrable arcanities and a minor habit of repetition of the same stories,[…]

This law would effectively shackle its opposition.

Yes, we all know that McLuhan was a rock star[…] but what in blazes was he talking about?

His unhappiness was not due solely to the ravages of adolescence, the eccentricities of his family, exclusion from his peers' reindeer games, or even by living in the embodiment of Thornton Wilder's Our Town. It was all of those things and none of them.