For greater accuracy, this book should be called "Stuff Middle-Class White American New Yorkers Like". If you're the kind of person who owns an Apple Macbook, or who reads Amazon reviews (erm...), then this book might well be for you, or at least about you.
It's a list of 150 different things, in no particular order, ranging from to Difficult Breakups to Barack Obama to Singer-Songwriters to Farmers Markets to Apple products to Snowboarding. Each item gets between one and two pages, that try to amusingly explain why and in what way white people like it.
At best, it does hit the mark and is really a biting satire on the white stereotype. The section on "Awareness", for example, is spot on: "once you raise awareness to an acceptable level you can just back off and say, 'bam! did my part. now it's your turn. fix it'". The bits about how and why white people love acoustic cover versions of hip-hop songs, seem fairly fresh and witty.
However, those are in the minority. Too often, Christian Lander is guilty of extreme glibness, and seems to be out to prove what a successful white person he is, by having an experience or opinion worth writing about on each of these items, not just from having experienced them but also from having friends who've had lesser success. Coupled with some photographs of the author during the book, the whole thing suffers from self-importance (self-importance, incidentally, is #149).
And, critically, a lot of the writing is not actually that funny. I was reaching the point where if I'd read the phrase "white people just can't get enough of it!" one more time I was going to throw the book out of the window in disgust. There are flashes of wit, but not nearly enough of them. Just spotting that you've got something in common with a lot of other white people is not, in itself, funny.
In the last quarter of the book, a lack of ideas starts to become apparent, and some of the sections start sounding surprisingly similar to bits you read earlier.
Also, this is an American book. Some of the items- mainly relating to sport but also to some of the corporations being raged against- are pretty much meaningless to a British audience. Of course there are British equivalents but a quick adaptation to British culture wouldnt've hurt.
This could have been a brilliant, 'zeitgeisty' book (yes I said 'zeitgeisty') but the uninspired writing and the shortage of ideas ends up being a let-down.