Most Nonfiction Books Have Converged to the Same Book

There is a breed of nonfiction books that I despise. They appear to makeup most nonfiction today. They all use the same science/techno utopian narrative:

○ things are getting better;

○ it’s all thanks to science;

○ the only problem is human bias;

○ yadda yadda Pinker, yadda yadda Kahneman, yadda yadda Dawkins.

The end.

It’s like there’s a template floating around out there that every academic picks up and uses to publish.

The science is vacuous and the appeal to rationality, ironically, deeply fallacious.

Stacks upon stacks of content lapped up by dumb people dying to consider themselves ScIeNcY.