When I came across this book and read the title, I really wanted to read it. Even though short stories (in this case essays) are not usually my go to genre.
But I do like to read or listen to statements that are well argued or are well documented by data (from reliable sources).
Even though I grew up in a different country, on a different continent, in a household with a different religion, I am a child of the 70's as well.
So lot of what the writer talks about (idealizing law enforcement, believing that medication is and always be available for all, respect for elderly, especially the doctor, lawyer and one's boss) is very familiar.
And de-learning all that my generation was brainwashed with, is very hard. As an early 70's child, I learned from my parents that people are (in general) good, that banks will help you and that official authorities will not harm you as long as you behave, work hard and do the best you can.
How hard it is now, when in my rich country I have to fight to get home care in time for my mother. That a GP will not listen, let alone act when you visit and talk about your concerns for an elderly family member that is in their care.
That medication is often switched, because big insurance companies don't pay for the kind you need, only for the kind they van make the most money on.
That politics, something I was very interested in, turned out to be one big party of people who know each other, hand out jobs or favours to one another. Fight over academic differences while the country lacks proper leadership. One that not only looks 1-4 years ahead, but also further, because the challenges we globally face now are too big to solve alone. Or to ignore. Or to deny.
So,even when this book may not have had the content I expected, it did trigger quite a lot in my mind. As you can see from the length of this reaction/comment/review.