“Home Game,” Mr. Lewis’s account of becoming a father to his three children, begins promisingly. “At some point in the last few decades, the American male sat down at the negotiating table with the American female and — let us be frank — got fleeced,” he writes.
The poor sucker agreed to take on responsibility for all sorts of menial tasks — tasks that his own father was barely aware of — and received nothing in return. If he was hoping for some gratitude, he was mistaken.
The Lewis book is supposedly to be funny, apparently. Lewis is also the author of “Moneyball.”
ETA: According to this NY Observer article:
In June 1997, the late Marjorie Williams wrote a brutal profile of journalism’s then-36-year-old golden boy Mr. Lewis for Vanity Fair which included an uncomfortably close examination of his love life, his journalistic practice, and his personality.
But when I search the Vanity Fair archives, it seems to be mysteriously missing. Could be it’s there somewhere, but I can’t find it.