In the past six weeks, I have experienced the exact same strange feeling about two completely unrelated books. While reading Nassim Nicholas Taleb’s “The Black Swan”, and then again (many books later) while reading “TRU”, the cookbook mostly by Rick Tramonto, I had the same two thoughts in my head, often simultaneously:
1. “This book is brilliant and useful.”
2. “This guy is a tedious preening douchebag.”
I wanted to put the smug blowhards’ books down. But I could not. Anybody else ever read anything that made them feel that way?
(Besides this blog.)