Despite the many useful and profound ideas contained in this volume, the pretention and staggering self-absorption of the author drained out all of the excitement I might have had reading this hapless book. The writing style is turgid, top-heavy, and repellent in doses of more than three pages--in short, every stereotype people are afraid of when they hear the word "philosophy."
Casey is inexplicably excited by Latin and German terminology, even when the English would have been fine, and this makes the text ultimately inaccessible to anyone who is not very familiar with the languages of philosophy. Among Casey's favourite words are "cosmogony" and "ex nihilo," and the sheer number of times he uses these two words must take up half of the book by volume.
Derrida, Heidegger, and the Greeks all appear in turn, but in the end the sheer density of philosophical doddering in the text renders these beautiful ideas clumsy and unrewarding to read.