simply doesn’t need a central character. The issues he wrestles with (like the loss of loved ones, going bald, and the slow decline of one’s health) are fairly universal, and his point of view doesn’t offer any illuminating insights. Rather, it takes precious time away from the more fascinating characters he comes across, like the 101-year-old marathon runner who doesn’t drink water (just beer for him, thanks) or the 92-year-old Japanese fisherman who dives after his prey head-first. And let’s not forget about the cocktail of hormones Suzanne Somers takes; she rattles off the list in passing, leaving you begging for a doctor to weigh in on the ramifications. But instead, Wexler moves on to another topic, more figures who swear their approaches to attaining longevity are best.