In reply to the original question, I found the book laughable at best and sadly pathetic at its worst. The only redeeming value, beyond the possible use of the paper that it's printed on as kindling, are the initial chapters documenting the process of getting legal clearance for the tests. The rest is an embarrassing account of someone, who I'd prefer to hope has some intelligence, bumbling through pseudo-science while systematically destroying their professional career and personal life. In the hands of a decent editor it might have been salvaged by removing all references to his careening speculations and personal opinions. Instead, focusing on documenting the results of the tests without the delusory fiddle-faddle commentary, and unnecessary details of his awkward social life.
Unfortunately, even an editor with the disposition of the Texas chainsaw murderer couldn't improve on the poor conduct and documentation of the tests themselves. There's no end to the hilarity as the author continuously expresses his bewilderment over test subjects IN A HOSPITAL, WITH ALL MANNER OF MONITORING DEVICES AFFIXED TO THEIR BODIES, UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF A POWERFUL HALLUCINOGEN, EXPERIENCING FEELINGS OF BEING STUDIED AND PROBED. Ponder that one as he spends pages speculating why these super dimensional aliens are studying people on DMT. This man can only be an idiot.
The amount of damage this single piece of work has done by hemorrhaging misinformation into the general zeitgeist is unfathomable. Look no further for proof than the likes of Joe Rogan, a fucking washed up host of b-rate television, becoming pop-culture's poster boy for this substance by re-iterating Strassman's birth/death/peneal/spirit rubbish into the vacuous space that is the consciousness of the lowest common denominator. Next time some brainwashed 16 year old comes up to you, bright eyed and bushy tailed, asking if you've ever heard of DMT - the death drug that releases in your brain when you're born and when you die, slap them. Slap them across the face with your open palm as hard as you possibly can for there is unfortunately no room left for discussion since this nonsense was published.
Actually, I lied. It has another redeeming value of making McKenna's spew seem almost tolerable by comparison.
Best wishes.