Title: Conundrum City
Product review: Here is a remarkable author who is probably smarter than 99 percent of the world, who has bravely participated in adventures than 99 percent of the world would run from, who has a vocabulary larger than 99 percent of the world... and yet who writes a book that gives 99 percent of readers nothing to hold on--it's as if Pinchbeck is so enamored of his own brain that he feels all he has to do is regurgitate whatever's inside without metaphor, simile, explanation, guide--without anything at all--that might say to the reader, "Yes, I know this is tough stuff, and I want to help you through it." It's a crying shame, because there are so many extraordinary ideas, intelligent asides, and excellent theories in here that should reach the general public as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, until the author is more kindly disposed toward his readers, his work is simply too inaccessible. I wish and hope that some generous editor or friend could step to the plate and help him.
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