Crispin’s byline has long made me sit up straighter ... All over the place, riffing bitterly on heteropessimism, consumerism, the military, parasocial paternity and paleo diets ... Crispin is clearly sympathetic to men unmoored by changing norms and scornful of those who would dismiss the whole sex as toxic. Her tone is free-associative, irritable and rat-a-tat. Her book is a gas, in a dark-cloud-moving-quickly kind of way. Sometimes the reader feels swirled and dizzy.
[Crispin] couldn’t have chosen a better moment ... She comes to some striking conclusions ... You might take issue with quite a few of Crispin’s assertions ... Truly a book for our times ... It will no doubt appeal to the kinds of young readers who talk fluently about 'late capitalism' and who see traditional politics as pointless.
Surprisingly acute and intelligent ... Crispin suggests that the problem with white men is a problem of national identity, an inability to let go of the myth of America as the greatest nation of all time.
