It’s quite possible that David Brooks’ new book marks the end of our civilization, such as it is. That creepy New Yorker piece was just the beginning. You might want to sit down before reading this excerpt from the slavering starred Kirkus Review:
The fictional couple’s initial meeting spurs the author to personify the dynamics of attraction via their gender-specific “primitive passions” (“Rob was looking at cleavage, Julia was looking for signs of trustworthiness”), primal scents and cues that would anticipate a lifelong romance. Rob and Julia troubleshoot cohabitation blunders, carnal urges and the birth of son Harold, who, together with his wife-to-be Erica (introduced chapters later), ultimately becomes the focus of the author’s behavioral paradigm. Harold’s mental development proceeds from kindergarten to high school via cliques, phases and a taboo student-teacher crush.
Look me in the eye and tell me that you feel happy to be a human being right now.