Ok, so, fast food is gross and bad for you and has grams and GRAMS of fats (the bad fats) and every time you eat a big mac, a baby sparrow dies. Would anyone who didn’t already know this please raise your hand? Go to the back of the class.
My husband loved this book because he loves statistics. Me, I love a good batch of numbers, but I like for them to teach me a something. A something I couldn’t have figured out on my own. I mean, I couldn’t have told you to what extent meat packing plants are pits of peril, but you’ve got to think that large machines + unskilled, illiterate labor force + long hours = lots of people dying, no? Red and blue make purple? This is simple shit.
Schlosser is a competent writer, and overall I didn’t hate the thing. The stories were all suitably disgusting and/or shocking, all his commas were in place, each chapter had a clever title and opened up with a (semi)relevant anecdote. He would
sometimes often end a passage with a Delicious Bit of Irony that flew right over my head, but hey. Maybe I’m dumb.
Fast Food Nation ends up being a collection of disturbing food-related facts loosely grouped together in a semblance of chaptering. In the end, Schlosser makes his Big Point which is (rather unsurprisingly) that we should all stop eating fast food, because we’re just feeding the corporate beast. But for reals, Schloss (can I call you Schloss?). If Supersize Me didn’t turn me off my burgers and fries, your inky little squiggles aren’t going to push me over the edge. A jr bacon cheeseburger is a beautiful thing.