It stands to reason that the 'neo-liberals', who have benefitted from 'selfish capitalism' and the influence of materialism on the more disadvantaged as well benefitting from a privileged and protectionist education, have taken advantage of their small but wealthy number and swiftly launched an internet campaign against Mr James and have employed their usual methods of claiming intellectual obscurity equals validity, whereas selling a few articulate and well written books criticizing existing economic and systemic structures, thereby upsetting the powerful minority, somehow means its author's success is somehow linked to the problems he identifies and that he is a hypocrite. Maybe the publishers should put an old dusty cover on the thing and restrict it to a few ancient private libraries.
I assure you, being fairly well-read, that anything less than 3 stars must be purely self-interest because the book is at a minimum absorbing. Propaganda, selectively or badly researched material, by the way, is always boring because it is impossible to extrapolate an interesting argument from references which we know not to be true. Oliver describes the world most of us inhabit and it makes sense.
The reason I have chosen to attack other reviews is that they are imbalanced and misleading and are indicative of a (for want of a better phrase) neo-liberal tactic to constantly claim 'we know better because we get straight to the point and are pragmatic. You can't trust these foreign speaking idealist who have brought us war over the centuries. Besides, it's badly researched and the author has appeared on TV, so he's basically a celebrity chav'. I am not sure if I have seen a book so harshly condemned by so many (with a similar writing style coincidentally), but which has been so intensely read, judging by the 'helpful - yes' votes. However, this is a form of jealous weak intellectual bullying designed to stifle real debate. Especially the badly researched jibe - I mean how well do you want something to be researched - until one finds facts which are not really there? That's what neo-conservatives do when they persuade there are chemical weapons in a country when there are not, but that's also what any establishment worth its salt says - don't trouble your little minds about it - leave it to us. It's why they undermine the study of psychology when they are part of it gaze (sorry for that psycho term!), unable to see its virtues and comprehending it as having the same money-making motives with which they perceive the world.
Idealism has gone out of vogue until now and the economic crisis is forcing us to re-examine such theories and those of Keynes. Origins of Affluenza is, granted, riding on a current wave of thinking which is asking how we have got to this point in economic history, in which we are constantly aware and brainwashed by images of wealth and are depressed as a result. These arguments as well as our universally plummeting share prices are forcing us to redress these questions. Only the deluded rich could disagree with that.
Oliver's statistics are remarkable and not very difficult to understand. They speak for themselves. His ability to argue cogently and draw logical conclusions based on his psycho-analytical background is eye-opening. But most of all the book is a critical analysis and is far from an attempt to drum up more business for the psychotherapy profession. It is not a 'self-help' book, which frankly is yet another selfish capitalist jibe. I get from it a similar feeling to when I first read Noam Chomsky or Berger's Ways of Seeing. Yes, psychology is annoying in the way it insists on questioning absolutely everything you take for granted, leaving patients as flimsy self-doubting wrecks. But this is more than that and is a re-examination of the society we live in which you may or may not agree with, but if you are like me and prefer to approach books with an open mind, I can assure you you will enjoy and be fascinated by it if you are new to James' writing. And as for you Oliver james - forget those decrepit old academics who have had a deep and intense love affair with the inner sanctums of their institutions while living off their inheritances dreaming of getting their boring research projects one day funded. They're not worth it.
Now I've got to go because there are some strange black helicopters circling outside my window.