This book is incredible.
Non-fiction storytelling at its finest.
Packer illustrates how the decline of small businesses, unions, and public education have left the American people with a four-decade-long hangover. There’s no Advil within reach, thanks to the incestuous relationship between corporate America and American politics. The rooms still spinning but at least this guy can write!
“Some nights he sat up late on his front porch with a glass of Jack and listened to the trucks heading south on 220, carrying crates of live chickens to the slaughterhouses—always under cover of darkness, like a vast and shameful trafficking--chickens pumped full of hormones that left them too big to walk—and he thought how these same chickens might return from their destination as pieces of meat to the floodlit Bojangles' up the hill from his house, and that meat would be drowned in the bubbling fryers by employees whose hatred of the job would leak into the cooked food, and that food would be served up and eaten by customers who would grow obese and end up in the hospital in Greensboro with diabetes or heart failure, a burden to the public, and later Dean would see them riding around in Wal-Mart in electric carts because they were too heavy to walk the aisles of a Supercenter, just like the hormone-fed chickens.”