Just as the war in Ukraine called forth many people’s inner military strategist, so the COVID-19 pandemic called forth many people’s inner epidemiologist. Never before had medical statistics been examined by so many with such close attention. People started to look at the numbers of daily deaths in the obsessive way that traders look at stock prices. The certainty with which they put forward their own analysis of the problem was not necessarily proportional to the strength of the evidence in its favor, and many held divergent positions with an almost religious fervor.

If there is one lesson that the pandemic ought to have taught, it is intellectual modesty. Unfortunately, this is not the main characteristic of Robert F. Kennedy, Jr.’s The Real Anthony Fauci. Kennedy refers to his career as a tort lawyer as if this stood as a guarantor of righteousness, and accordingly wherever bad motives can be imputed to those with whom he disagrees, he imputes them. He lives in a world in which there are fighters for truth (he and those with whom he agrees) and conspirators who are in the pay either of Bill Gates or the pharmaceutical companies, or both. That there is skulduggery in the world and much that is murky which only time will reveal is true, but Kennedy’s book has all the objectivity of The Protocols of the Elders of Zion.

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