The 2017 Power Of Capitalism, by Mark Bailey
[Note: This book was provided free of charge by Author’s Den. All thoughts and opinions are my own.]
I have read a great many books that are contenders for the worst book of all time  and this is probably the most entertaining of them. Let us make no mistake here, this is a terrible book. The book has almost nothing to do with the title given, the title itself is more than a little incoherent, and the author spends most of his time rambling about his sexual life, his past (?) drug and alcohol abuse, and his supposed brilliant insights in finance, accounting, and politics. The book is mercifully short at 28 pages and is fortunately so ridiculous that it is nearly impossible to take the work seriously. Fortunately, its short size also makes this a book that does not waste a lot of time, which is very fortunate, as this book would have been positively intolerable if it had been five to ten times its length, as most books are. If a bad book can bring a bit of a smile and some thinking about the misguided approaches many people have to life and politics, as this one does, then this is a bad book that has at least some worth and purpose. Even a bad book can be instructive, after all.
This is a short book that is divided into chapters, and it appears that the author knows very little about painting a picture. So much of this book consists, as many terrible books do, on declarative statements told without elaboration or nuance, such as this deep insight: “Assassinations are always bad (21).” Likewise, this is an author who simply cannot stay on the point. His book, which is titled “The 2017 Power Of Capitalism,” we should remember, contains chapters on the following topics: Prehistoric times, Finance, Economics, Accounting (which he considers his expert subject), Psychology, Church, Criminal Justice, Aviation and safe driving, a Tragedy in Tuscon, the author’s ex-girlfriends and celebrity crushes, and the 2017 economic recovery. It would be difficult to come up with a title that would fit all of these disparate concepts, most of which consist of statements that are hard to take at face value and that offer little depth of understanding. Just because everyone can publish a book these days doesn’t mean that everyone should, and this author would have done better to polish and expand his thoughts so that they would justify publishing to a candid world.
While this book is pretty terrible, it does at least prompt the critical reader to think of several things: how serious is the author about his supposed insights on politics and economics and related subjects, has he ever been delivered a restraining order by any of his supposed celebrity crushes, and does he ever feel crushingly depressed by the fact that he hasn’t had a girlfriend since the early 1980’s? As someone who is by no means very lucky at love, that would be a pretty crushing burden to bear. Likewise, the author appears to be eliding over several subjects of considerable interest. What is the tragedy in Tuscon that he titles a chapter with, and what is the relationship between the author’s shaky grasp on reality and his belief in himself as such a great student and such a knowledgeable person about so much? Rarely has a book combined such colossal self-conceit with such terrible performance of supposed expertise. Someone who was a genuine expert in finance and accounting wouldn’t feel it necessary or proper to justify the sham of communism under any circumstances like this author does. If you want to feel smarter than an author, this book is a good opportunity to do so, not to be passed up for those who are stout of heart enough to read something so laughably terrible in conception and execution.
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