I just found myself cuing up the next book and then I noticed that it was by a man for whom I have great professional distaste. After a moment of reflection I decided he could join the other crappy books I've thrown over the rail into the waters of the Pacific Ocean. Back in the days when any reading material was precious to me, throwing books into the sea was a real testament to how awful they were. I don't remember their names but this one, I know him. He probably deserves to be eaten by sharks.
As terrible as they were, their consumption won't harm fish or other marine life and they're probably easier to swallow with a little salt anyway.