AJ Bronson

So I had to read the entire 8th Edition for an upper-division public policy class. Not surprising. The book was very informative, but you might've noticed that I trimmed off one star. And let me tell you about that little tidbit. One of the greatest ironies of this book is that it addresses (many times) the problems wrought by the sheer volume of regulatory and policy reports that administrators and secretaries have to sift through. Truth be told, this book was kind of like listening to your nerdy vintage tee shirt-wearing uncle double fisting opium and cocaine and binge-reading the entire Library of Congress archive before spewing every little factoid at you. His thoughts are inchoate and yet over-worded, and the tension headache that soon befalls you (I got one after 6 hours of reading those damn bloated pages) induces you to rifle through his messy bookshelves while he's still talking, until you find that little tacklebox of his illicit pills used to enhance the experience of browsing reddit, chem-sex, and m*sturbating to conspiracy theories about how Michelle Obama is actually a man. And you are compelled to leave a little post-it note that reads, "Thanks for the housewarming gift. Yours truly, a novice abuser in the adjacent bed." Then you return to your place on his sangria-stained couch while he's still talking, and realize that he's thrice rehashed a topic he addressed three hours ago but in different words. In short: the author knows what he's talking about, he's just a little trigger-happy with quoting experts and a little amnesiac about the fact he already explained "risk assessment" and "accountability" more times than Trump ever curled his lips and said "JYNA." And that's why policy experts are terrible writers, thanks for coming to my TedTalk.