This book somehow managed to get me thinking about how much I waste every day without putting me on the defensive. Beavan, God bless ‘im, is so self-deprecating that he just never sounds judgmental.
Well-placed statistics educate readers, while memoir and introspection personalize the story. There’s also a nice appendix of resources for people at every possible eco-commitment level.
My favorite thing about this book was the fact that it takes place in New York City. If Beavan can have no impact in New York, there may be hope for the rest of us. Unless possibly if you live in the suburbs… Still, like the 100-mile diet experiment in Plenty, which takes place in Vancouver, you never feel like Beavan gets off easy because of his location.
Least favorite thing? The title, which is referenced throughout the book. Every time I read the words “no impact man” I heard them in my head in this voice and imagined Beavan walking around New Work looking like this guy. But since I can’t figure out how to do a half-star, I’m giving No Impact Man all five.