The subtitle of this book is "Michael Moore and the Future of the Left." As opposed to a typical screed against Michael Moore from someone on the right, it's a screed against him from the left. The basic premise: His films are dishonest, and by making himself a representative of the political left, he makes it too easy for people on the right to marginalize the liberals and dismiss even the thoughtful ones, by lumping them together with Moore. And besides his films being dishonest, he's a hypocritical jerk who has his flannel shirts custom-tailored to look crappy, is greedy and selfish, and treats people -- including the victims he uses in his manipulative films -- badly. There's an itemized critique of the dishonesty of Bowling For Columbine here, and it's an entertaining read. But, look, I don't really have a position for or against Michael Moore. I saw Bowling for Columbine and Farenheit 9/11 and found them both compelling but also obviously misleading. The idea that people watch his films and think he's being intellectually honest and fair seems silly to me. Of course he's not. But I don't have any venom for him. And that's not why I read this book, or why I liked it. I liked it because the author has a real agenda here, to take down Michael Moore, and does it really well. Whether he's being as dishonest as his subject, I don't know or care. But it's an entertaining read.
One quote from the book:
"Once, convinced that someone was sneaking into his office and reading his e-mails, he had the locks changed; only he and [executive assistant] Vogt were to have a key. This meant that the cleaning staff couldn't get in to clean his office. Moore informed Vogt that in addition to her other duties, she would have to clean his office. This irritated Vogt, but she did her best. She would put his wastebasket outside his office at night, so that the cleaners could empty it, and she would then put it back in his office before he returned the next day. Once Moore came in early, before Vogt, so the wastebasket was still outside his office. When Vogt got to the office, Moore told her: "My wastebasket wasn't there, so I spit my gum out where it usually is and now it's on the rug. Can you clean it up?"
[To avoid retyping this, I've taken it from here. There's also an interview with the author over here.]