I read this book in eight minutes. Not because it was short or one word per page, but because once I got it from the library, settled in and started to read, I realized I'd already read it, serialized, in Vanity Fair over the last year. He starts with Iceland, the land where inbred dudes seriously went haywire, and the ladies are leading them out of it. Then he travels to the wealthy monastery in Greece. Next up is Ireland, land of over-speculation on housing. A detour into the country saving Europe's bacon and yet obsessed with shit, Germany. Then winding down with a fun glimpse at California.
I'm a Michael Lewis fan, but there's no way I'm re-reading this collection of articles. Especially since he was the sole reason I got a subscription to Vanity Fair, which has been sucking.
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