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The Joy of Letting Women Down

posted Tuesday, 23 March 2004
The Joy of Letting Women Down

Natalie D'Arbeloff

Date: March, 2002   —   £8.99   —   Book

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I spend a good proportion of my life reading, however these days it is rarely done other than from a screen.  Having discovered that I am a partially reformed drunkard and a totally reformed womaniser, Natalie D'Arbeloff the author of "The Joy of letting women down: Secrets of the Worshipped Male" kindly sent me a copy of her book.  It dragged me away from the screen to the extent that I read the whole book in one sitting without feeling the slightest need to reach for my trusty keyboard.  I (and later my wife) laughed and chuckled the whole way through.  The book could have been written by an extremely egotistical male but the fact that it is actually written by a woman who accepts and even has a sneaking respect for the kind of person I used to be, makes it fascinating.  Apart from being very funny indeed, Ms D'Arbeloff is too damn perceptive for my liking.  To find all these years on that a woman could actually understand the complexities of what I used to be, when I didn't have a clue, is very unsettling.  It's not that there was some sort of deep male secret, to be hidden at all costs from prospective victims - it's that men are completely unaware of the whole subject.  It's akin to the feeling you would get if you asked an elephant trainer how his elephant was, and he replied in all sincerity "What elephant?"

I don't remember reading anything relating to men that was written by a woman, which was so totally devoid of point scoring and or scorn.  This book is a revelation.  Buy it.   Amazon