Title: A fairy tale, minus what makes fairy tales interesting
Product review: Okay, so with its loose, fable-like structure and pretty clear moral cant, it shouldn't be read as a standard novel. But Easterbrook doesn't exactly give us much else to hang on to: with overcooked metaphors and undercooked characters, this doesn't read like anything other than bad fiction from someone convinced he's writing something brilliant. The "dude, what if..." premise--cribbed in equal parts from b-grade sci-fi and "It's A Wonderful Life"--is almost cringe-inducing. And the point he's making--that modern society is, like, bad or something, because people, like, sell out--is embarrassing to hear. Not because it's necessarily untrue (in many cases) but because everything Easterbrook presents is so without nuance, subtlety, or grace.
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