Don't Eat This Book
by Morgan Spurlock
Don't eat this book? How about, don't read this book.
A review by Gerry Donaghy
Filmmaker (and now author) Morgan Spurlock has made a full-time job out of
his crusade against fast food and the role it plays in the alarming increase
in American obesity rates. In his documentary film Super Size Me, he
struck fear into the hearts of Hamburglars everywhere by showing the effects
of a month-long, all-McDonald's diet. While the results were surprising, they
weren't nearly as surprising as how long Spurlock was going to ride the fast
food-bashing gravy train. If watching him smugly eat (and regurgitate) fast
food in the movie wasn't enough for you, he's written a book that basically
makes the same points.
People may be drawn to this book because it investigates topics explored in
Eric Schlosser's excellent Fast
Food Nation. But, where Schlosser's book is an exemplary piece of investigative
journalism, Don't Eat This Book is a raging testament to one man's super-sized
ego. On the movie poster for Super Size Me, we were treated to Spurlock's
mustachioed visage, his gob full of french fries (looking a lot like the guy
in the Guinness Book of Records trying to smoke the most cigarettes at
once). On the book's cover he replicates the movie poster's aesthetic by shoving
a burger into his mouth. And, now that he's got a show about to air on one of
the basic cable channels, my guess is that Spurlock wants to be the next Michael
Moore.
Just how full of himself is Spurlock? In just about every other sentence he
interjects himself in some doltish fashion. In the beginning of the book, he
describes the costs of overeating in terms of drugs needed to counter its effects.
Then he throws out a number: "In 2003, we Americans spent $227 billion
on medications." Not content to let the fact speak for itself, Spurlock
needs to interject one of his witty observations: "That's a whole lot of
drugs!" Never mind the fact that he never explains how much of that pharmaceutical
cornucopia is directed at the consequences of fast food versus, let's say, epilepsy
or depression. But just the need to remind us, as if the word "billion"
didn't imply a staggering amount, that a lot of money is spent on drugs, is
nothing more than self-important self-editorializing. Later on, as Spurlock
is discussing the toxicity levels of different animal products, he can't leave
well enough alone, adding "Kinda makes you wonder what's in the Colonel's
secret recipe! Mmmm." It's not that Spurlock is wasting time writing about
things that don't concern the average reader; it's just that, rather than letting
the facts stand on their own, he feels the need to interject these little quips
that, if he were a better writer, probably wouldn't irk so much.
What makes Spurlock's arrogant editorializing all the more disappointing is
that this is the type of writing that gives liberals a bad name. If there is
anybody left out there who believes that fast food is good for you, or at least
isn't aware of how bad it is for you, they are not going to be converts to Spurlock's
crusade by his writing. On one page he's writing, "We're not only eating
more food, we're eating more food that's bad for us, that doesn't satisfy us
and that makes us hungry for more soon after." But, then, not too much
further on, Spurlock writes that because of his vegan (and vegan cookbook author)
girlfriend, he's eating quinoa, artichokes, polenta, "bulgar" (sic),
and tofu. Spurlock further compounds this folly when he says that Americans
are leading more sedentary lives, but follows it up with discussing both the
merits of his gym membership, and how much exercise he gets by just living in
an East Village walk-up. You start to get the feeling that Spurlock isn't looking
in the mirror, but instead pointing fingers.
Yes, Spurlock does make it a point to mention that fast food consumption and
high incidents of obesity occur in areas of low income and low education, but
how many of these folks will be plunking down 22 bucks to be told how fat, stupid,
and lazy they are? More likely than not, this book will appeal mainly to folks
who spend enormous amounts of time at high-end grocery stores like Whole Foods,
worrying about what should be done while they stock up on quinoa, artichokes,
polenta, bulgur, and tofu.
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