A slim collection of polemical reportage that I suspect is meant to be courageous stuff, also funny.

Attempts at scene-setting — a feeble homage to Didion’s magnificently visceral vignettes — fall flat.

An astute, funny and splendidly written story of disillusionment.

A wickedly enjoyable book.

For Bowles, longform turns out to be the chance to jettison the standards of accuracy of her previous employers in favor of the wildest possible generalizations.

It is difficult... to see Bowles’s subjects as more than caricatures when her descriptions of them are so generic.

Thin.