Yet another book that gave me headache when I thought about it afterward. As a descriptive work of issues raised by those who suffer chronic discontent, I thought it worked very well. I was especially impressed with his willingness to confront his profession's unwillingness to deal with those who might be dysthymic, until of course it explodes into a major depression. THAT they'll treat.
However, his diagnostic criteria was a mess. As best I recall, biology receives exactly one mention, as some sort of proof to be taken on authority that all humans are social beings. And then biology trots off the stage not to be heard from again. In fact, at least two of the anecdotes had me thinking Asperger's, one maybe ADHD of some type. C'mon,
Finally, nothing is said anywhere at any time about why Ms. X can have an utterly horrific upbringing of the sort that comes straight from Dickens, yet go on to lead some sort of normal life, while Mr. Y grows up with every advantage yet falls to pieces and has a life resembling a train wreck. Huh?
I was impressed enough with this work that I stopped before his "program" began, since I may attempt it myself at some point. But there are some very serious flaws here, mostly by way of ommission, but occasionally of commission, both as noted above. Quite frankly, a candid admission that we don't really know why some people turn out as they do would have gone a long way to dispel my issues with this book. But no such admission was made, which was a shame. I do think there's something to what he says, but that quite a bit should be labelled proceed with caution at a minimum.