So far beyond my experience as to be incomprehensible. Seriously, I felt as if I was reading a book that only sort of looked like English but was in some other language entirely. I couldn't find a handle on Smith's life experience, I couldn't muster an iota of identification, and I'm probably not qualified to have an opinion on the book because of my bewilderment. I read the whole thing hoping for a point at which I could say, "Okay, I get it now! It all makes sense." Alas, this moment never came for me, just chapter after chapter of Smith feeling anxious about things that I couldn't feel anxious about on a bet (like condiments).