Every Tuesday, The Guardian posts John Crace's "Digested Read," which is a parodic review of a book written in the (greatly exaggerated) style of the book itself.

The Digested Reads are almost always at least amusing, but this week's, an evisceration of Neil Strauss' fantasy/autobiography about his life as a pick-up artist, The Game, is a particular delight.

"I didn't want to write this book. In fact, I am as embarrassed to be writing it as you may be to pick it up. But we are embarrassed for different reasons. I'm embarrassed because I'm being paid a wad of cash to write garbage on how to pick up women. You are embarrassed because you are so desperate you have bought it."