As I read through this book my attitude towards the book was constantly changing. The book itself is divided into two parts - time and space. In the first of these, Time, I was disappointed with the quality of Berger's poetry. However, much of the prose was thought provoking and pleasurable reading. In for example, the first "Once Upon a Time" the attention to detail made the prose sing: "It was a lean hare with tufts on the tips of its ears of brown smoke. And although it was running slowly, it ran for its life. Sometimes that can happen." As I read through the short pieces, I connected more strongly with some than with others but in a manner that implies the different experiences of the reader rather than different quality in the writing.
In the second part space, I found the poetry more to my liking but the prose studded with assertions I was uncomfortable granting. For example: "All origins are unattainable -- just as, on a personal scale, it is impossible to imagine a self before conception." Yet I have heard a native Alaskan speak of the memories of herself and her sister before selecting a body into which they would be born. Or consider the practices involved in identifying the reborn Dalai Lama which depend on a small child recognizing favorite objects from their previous life. Yet at times, Berger's writing touches on deep insights - that love and hate are not opposites (both are strong emotions regarding another) or the sense of labor/construction in the paintings of Van Gogh.
In my judgment, this volume is uneven, the thoughts of the author very much reflecting his place and time (his two topics), and the writing well worth the time for those points where it sings/is translucent/...