OK, the author is a gifted writer and a lousy journalist and scholar. That sums it up.

He invents a lot of theories of his own, which is the stuff you usually do while waiting on planes in some airport lounge somewhere in the world (been there, done that) as you don't have anything better to do. Unfortunately, he is writing a column for New York Times (old-times blogger and as relevant as a blogger) so he gets to spread his thoughts everywhere. He believes in Enron (who shortly afterwards went belly-up) and is extremely US-centric, even while preaching about Globalization.

This is a book you may read in the aforementioned airport-lounge, as it is very well written and have some interesting short-stories and soundbites, but don't take this drivel seriously!