Described as ""a book for the losers"" this lightweight bit of parody is intended to be the culminating effort in a hopelessly long series of self-help books but the possibility of Carl Winston's being the last devastating word on the subject seems dim. He ridicules the proper things: positive thinking, meaningless slogans, diets, ""spare time"" financial wizardry; folk medicine, etc., etc. The trouble is that Winston's targets are already sufficiently ridiculous to have moved beyond the pale of parody. His subjects then are almost invulnerable constituting, as they do, parodies in themselves. The market is supposed to be the audience that took to Jack Douglas and the publishers suggest that they may even advertise the book. Parts of the book will be serialized in the September Cosmopolitan.