Probably not going to finish this one. I am not going to make it to book club, and, frankly, I don't like the book, or the author. He can be witty and smart enough at times, and I liked it for a while, and maybe it's just the bar-study grumpiness talking, but I really resent that large chunks of this read like a "dieting" memoir, and that if it were written by a woman it would not be considered some kind of clever high-mindedness, but rather just some woman ranting about weighing herself four times a day. Why do I want to read about him weighing himself four times a day and buying multiple scales and whether the crazy diets work? I do not. Incidentally, it all feels incredibly dated, as conventional wisdom about nutrition has most certainly moved on from where it was when he was patting himself on the back for being sooooooo much smarter than those dumb professional nutritionists. I mean, they didn't even go to Harvard Law School, you know. Hmph.

Okay, maybe it is indeed the bar grumpiness. But also he apparently just wrote a somewhat skeevy and totally fawning article about Gwyneth Paltrow that contributes to my finding him pretty annoying. I don't even know.

http://gawker.com/5583552/gwyneth-pal...