Unlike most of the other amazon reviewers here, I'm not going to attempt to come up with a blisteringly fantastic Brooker-esque metaphor to describe how captivatingly despicable this book is. I understand that I'll never be that clever a writer, and am in fact rubbish. This review is testemant to my miserable writing skills, which are evident in the way I just mispelled "testament". And "misspelled".
Anyway, Brooker is brilliant. Bitter, twisted and brilliant. Dawn of the Dumb is an excellent compilation of his best Guardian articles, and I was very pleased to find it under the tree this christmas. Read it during the ad breaks (to be clever), on the toilet, or when you're feeling drunk and misanthropic. Or just, you know, when you would read any other book.