Anabolic Steroids – A Question of Muscle: Human Subject Abuses in Anabolic Steroid Research – by Michael Scally, M.D.
Boy, it seems like I’ve been reviewing a lot of books lately. This year, believe it or not, since last Christmas, I had set a goal to read 52 books, or one per week until my next birthday (*yes, which is Christmas Day). It’s probably not much of a surprise that a good deal of those books have been related to anabolic steroids…and if I were being truthful, I’d have to admit that I probably should have already read Anabolic Steroids – A Question of Muscle: Human Subject Abuses in Anabolic Steroid Research – by Michael Scally, M.D.
I’m glad I didn’t. What a steaming pile of total dogsh*t this book is. It’s so bad that I’m getting nauseous thinking about it; it’s so bad I don’t even want to rate it “one star” on Amazon.com, because it isn’t even that good. The only way I’d rate it “one star” is if that star collapsed in on itself, forming a black hole, and sucked every copy of the book into it. I really can’t say enough bad things about it…it’s poorly written, there’s typos, it’s amateurishly put together, there’s missing words, definitions, and an overall level of crapulence that I’ve rarely seen in a published book. Seriously, this book is embarrassing…I actually felt embarrassed for Michael, who I’ve met once and spoken to several times, when I read this piece of sh*t. For a Harvard educated M.D. to have written this book boggles my mind. It’s just that bad. It lacks form, structure, proper grammar, punctuation, and could have been made better if any effort at all had been made to edit it, or even to read it, before sending it off to the printer. Look…I could throw this book onto my sales page with an affiliate link from Amazon.com and sell it here on my site…but it’s actually so f*cking awful that I refuse to allow my readers to have even the slightest notion that I would want them to purchase this book.
You wanna know what the real shame is?
Michael isn’t a stupid guy, and he probably could have written a decent book, if the project mattered (at all) to him…but it clearly didn’t. Even worse is the fact that the book seems to have lofty goals…if I’m reading it correctly, the purpose of the book is to change…nay, start a revolution…within the medical community. This makes it all the more pathetic when the author can’t go more than a couple of pages without displaying the grammatical agility of a dyslexic fourth grader.
This book reads like he just started writing whatever was on his mind, and didn’t stop until he had enough pages to call it a “book.” There’s hardly a coherent thought to be found, and when you can actually figure out what he’s trying to say, the next thought has almost nothing to do with the first one…and then there’s the sentences that repeat exactly the information in the one prior, and the other sentences that are missing words…it’s just terrible.
I’m actually getting physically ill thinking about it. He clearly didn’t invest much time in the writing of the book itself, despite the fact that he dedicates nearly half of the pages (172-294) to citing his references and other unreadable crap. I’m actually insulted that I wasted my time with this book. Excuse me while I go vomit.
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