Rajendra Pachauri, the head of the UN's panel on climate change, has written a scandalous sexxxy novel about a sexy environmental scientist that, by political logic, thereby discredits the concept of "global warming." Is the book really that bad?
From a Times of India review: "Pachauri is engagingly candid about his protagonist's urges; Sanjay is always noticing breasts and masturbating (once into a red silk hanky purloined from a train co-passenger )." Engagingly candid! The science here appears to be sound.