MICHAEL POLLAN, BE PLEASED TO NOT SUE ME! I will be quoting you muchly in this review, and I’m not sure what the legal limit of not-sueage (sewage?) is.
Michael Pollan makes sense of complicated things. Well, maybe he isn’t making sense, but he’s simplifying things enough that I feel like I get it. And when he says things like (while talking about what used to pick our food for us before Diet! was a viable magazine title) ‘To guide us we had, instead, Culture, which, at least when it comes to food, is really just a fancy word for your mother,’ I was all, When did Michael Pollan get so funny? The answer is, For about eight seconds there on page 3, and then he went on to use that ‘Culture, by which I mean your mom’ joke no fewer than five more times. But hey, he dumbs things down for me! I don’t need him to be a knee-slapper.
At the end, he provides some wide-sweeping guidelines for eating that are supposed to help guide us out of our nutrient-obsessed lifestyles and back into eating food. Because I think they’re important, I’m going to list some of them for you, and then maybe give my uncle the lawyer a call. Ok: