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Title: Ugh.
Review: Okay, Farmer's a genius/saint--that's a given.But this book reads like a piece of hackwork.Kidder follows Farmer around, one imagines, genuflecting.The book lacks any critical/insightful analysis of Paul Farmer, and is more like a school boy's puff piece on his favorite athlete.(When Kidder says something that Farmer disagrees with, Kidder immediately regrets having spoken, writing that he feels he's punched Farmer in the stomach. Give me a break.)Geez, do I regret purchasing this book.This is less a book about Paul Farmer, and more a book about Tracy Kidder, who seems like a wet rag.(We get to read about Kidder's concern when he feels a fluttering behind his nipple. A fluttering behind his nipple?!)Lastly, Farmer, God bless him and his work, comes off having some pretty annoying personality traits.And by the way, isn't Tracy a girl's name?
