This reminds of me of Bad Blood in that they’re both thrillers about real scandals, but I liked this book less. It started to get repetitive and Farrow’s prose is a bit clunky. He doesn’t often pull back from the details and explain the broader picture. The thriller elements (e.g., being followed) were a bit hammy and definitely played up. Otherwise, it’s an okay book about a great and important story.
None of the misconduct in the book really surprised me---it’s easy for me to see how men in powerful positions see women in the workplace as toys to be played with. Still, it was good to see how the relations of power between various institutions, from NBC to AMI to the Weinstein Company to the Hillary campaign, and how it is very easy for the rich and powerful to bury their skeletons.
Harvey Weinstein strikes me as a very sad man, someone who lives in a hell of vices, chasing sexual gratification from one woman to the next while remaining deeply unhappy. Every passage describing him described him as either apopleptic or morose.