Just finished reading Hillbilly Elegy. What a self-aggrandizing and backstabbing prick JD Vance is.
It's like watching someone get all the right numbers despite not having any of the books they're contained within. A miracle. But instead of putting them together into an answer that contains something good for the world, he gets the entirely wrong answer, tells everyone in his community who didn't make it that it's their fault they didn't get those numbers, and then starts kicking at their hands on the fast exiting train towards generational wealth.
The unwritten epilogue is a gem too. Where he abandons his communities entirely and decides that being a sycophant, attached forever at the hip to a wannabe dictator, who would sell him down a river - plausibly instruct his millions of cult-like followers to kill him - in an instant if it benefitted him, is a better life than living a less successful life behind the scenes in Middletown, OH or Jackson, KY.