The book should be put in print if only because it effectively undermines Hefner's carefully cultivated image as a suave and debonair sophisticate, showing him to be an arrested adolescent and a rube. What do you call a man who for years and years would sleep until four in the afternoon and live on speed and cola? Is it a sign of a sophistication to hire best chefs of Europe just to make fried chicken and ham sandwiches? Miller's book is chock full of these kind of details about Hefner's life and together the paint a picture not of an urban Ladies' Man but of an eccentric, childish, and pathetic hermit. I wish that Mr. Miller had focused more on the moral damage Hefner and his Empire have inflicted upon this nation. He does show how the Playboy Philosophy has devastated the lives of individual women, and tells in great detail how the Bunny Lifestyle is really quite the opposite of its publicised image; far from liberating and joyful, it is enslaving and grimly exploitative. The Bunnies are made to live in quarters just a little more comfortable than the barracks at boot camp while their bosses live in plush and guady opulence. But Mr. Miller never explores the impact of the Playboy lifestyle on the culture at large, but it is unfair to ask that a piece of factual journalism engage in culture criticism. Russel Miller punctures another Playboy myth, that the Playboy Empire is an Empire of Wealth. It isn't. Actually, Playboy Inc. is very sick financially, and this because of Hefner's breathtaking financial irresponsibility. As Russel Miller details, Hefner would rather spend his money on a staff to edit out the commercials from the tapes of his favorite sitcoms than to make sound business investments. The costs of his lavish parties that are thrown for the most frivolous reasons are constant and dangerous drains on the company's coffers and actually threaten the solvency of Playboy Inc., but Hefner seems to be a man quite willing to fiddle (or play video games) while his Rome burns down. To be sure, Miller's book came out sixteen years ago just as Playboy was entering the cable tv business, but the financial irresponsibility that plagued Playboy back then plagues it still today. Hefner still spends small fortunes on ephemeral decadence while his stock drops like a stone. Miller's book is not a comedy, drama, or adventure. It is merely a work of competent and sober journalism, and that is exactly what is needed to puncture the evil glamour of Playboy to reveal the utterly pathetic banality underneath.