Initially very excited by the title of this book, I was hoping to find an explanation or at least thoughtful discussion about the seeming loss of trust or acceptance of modern science, especially with regards to climate change. Unfortunately what I found was a collection of anecdotes written by a journalist pretending to be scientist, lacking in any real theories or scientific insight and full of weasel words and other journalistic speak.
The book seemed more like an excuse for Specter to air his dirty laundry and have a rant about everything he had taken a dislike to in his professional life, loosely brought together under the title of `Denialism'. By far the biggest disappointment was the noticeable lack of discussion about surely the biggest denialism of our time, that of climate change. He makes his view on this issue clearly known but fails to address the issue in any depth, instead focusing on attacking the largely benign alternative health and organic food movements, while worshipping big pharma and rejecting the precautionary principle entirely with regards to genetic technology.
Entire chapters seem inconsistent, irrational and poorly edited. In the chapter on organic food he clearly states that rising meat consumption, and its disproportionate consumption of resources, is the greatest threat to our ability to feed the world, yet he focuses his attack instead on consumers who choose to purchase organically grown foods. In a chapter dedicated to discrediting alternative medicine he not only lumps together the vastly different modalities of herbal medicine and homeopathy, but makes outlandish claims, with almost no references, about the failings of various herbal products. Later in the book he worships sweet wormwood (a herb) for its extract artemisinin's treatment of malaria in the third world. He somehow manages to turn his chapter on the lethal consequences and blatant suppression of scientific findings of a new drug Vioxx, into praise for big pharma. With his degree of denialism of integrative medicine perhaps he needs to indulge in some kava kava or opium poppies, or perhaps even sip on some hemlock tea.
This book is very readable in style, as would be expected from a journalist of Michael Specter's experience. However there is a stunning and overwhelming lack of the very scientific content which he holds so dearly, resulting in the book consisting largely of a rather lengthy collection of anecdotes and theories, scattered with traces of science. Overall this book was very disappointing and did not fulfil even nearly what the title promised.