This could astutely be called "The Joylessness of Cooking" after the author's uber-minimalist portrait on the back, which depicts him in a gleaming, sterile granite-and-steel kitchen, looking off to one side rather angstily. The cookbook itself is not bad--it provides some real gems, such as the irresistible String Beans in Honey-Lemon-Mustard Vinaigrette, which rarely lasts overnight even if I make a double batch, Roasted Root Vegetables, and multiple desserts--and the vector graphic-type illustrations are clear and precise. Appealing seasonal vegetable dishes abound. The main issue I have with this book is that the author seems to be into making things fit into his definition of "healthy" or "minimal" at the expense of flavor, while also making the preparation fussier than it needs to be. The green bean recipe, for example, calls for some minute amount of garlic--1 small clove?--for an entire recipe, and for "mild" honey. My point is that you need to take the recipes in this book with a grain of salt and be prepared to alter them to fit your tastes, not the ex-macrobiotic author's.
And whatever you do, recognize when he oversteps the bounds of his knowledge, like when he gives you a recipe for hiziki salsa.