No Happy Cows – review
For a while I toyed with the idea of calling this entry “Nothing To See Here, Folks – Move Along” because for most of you who read this blog, there is absolutely nothing of interest about this book. Besides, you’ve probably read it all before.
It could seem like Deja Vu because these are the same old worn-out unsubstantiated vegan arguments you’ve heard a million times. But then, it might be because you’ve read Robbins’ column on Huffington Post. The book is a compilation of previously printed material from his column and his blogs, a tactic often used by pseudo-celebrities to create another revenue source from devoted followers that will buy anything with their hero’s name on it.
I started reading this book to glean honest and objective arguments from the vegan camp to balance out what I hear from my friends in the meat industry. They’re not there. Instead there is a plethora of opinion without the slightest hint of documentation to back it up, save gratuitous lists of books and films by fellow vegans.
By way of comparison, the book I previously reviewed, The Locavore’s Dilemma, had 46 pages of notes documenting the research that went into it.
Robbins is an activist, pure and simple. He’s the son of Baskin-Robbins Ice Cream founder Irv Robbins. According to his website,
John Robbins was groomed to follow in his father’s footsteps, but chose to walk away from Baskin-Robbins and the immense wealth it represented to “…pursue the deeper American Dream…the dream of a society at peace with its conscience because it respects and lives in harmony with all life forms. A dream of a society that is truly healthy, practicing a wise and compassionate stewardship of a balanced ecosystem.”
Robbins is welcome to his opinions, but to me that’s all they are. I didn’t find any substance here, just more hyperbole.