Title: good idea, lame finale
Product review: This could have been a really good book, humorously tackling serious issues in modern society, and in particular the role of intelligence in social living. The premise is good: the main character begins to realize that he thinks too much about everything, thereby making himself miserable and incapable of enjoying life. He attempts a couple of solutions that don't work (alcoholism and suicide) before hitting on the right one: just take "Happyzac" pills and become purposefully stupid. But the author really ruins it in the finale (I won't tell), which not only develops much too quickly to be credible, but relies on the oldest and most lame trick in the writer's bag. Oh well, next time, perhaps.
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