I've always thought David Brooks wrote fiction whenever he talked about his stereotypical suburban "boboes." (And, if you Google, there's websites that document instances of lying about and making up details of bobo life.)
Never did I think he would go novelistic on the world, though. But, given the stupidity, insularity, conventionality and timidity of the New York publishing world, I shouldn't be surprised that moment has happened.
His new Pop Ev Psych through bobo consciousness book is excerpted here.
And, really reviewed here, far more snarkily than even I might do, courtesy Pharyngula!
Die, bobo, die!
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