I've only just got round to reading Paul Feyerabend's short autobiography Killing Time, which he finished just before his death. (I was stunned when I opened it to find that it was published in 1995: I can't believe that I've been meaning to read this for 13 years!) I gulped it down in a couple of sittings. If you don't know the book, it is a terrific read, written with great verve about a world that already seems remote: and, in the end, it is touching too. Recommended.