I mean, I really am curious how well The Blank Slate holds up, though not enough to make it worth re-reading.  From what I remember, it must be some mixture of “more subtle than I realized at the time” and “absolutely ludicrous.”

I’d almost tentatively recommend it – it is definitely a trip.  (Involves, off the top of my head, among many other things: Thomas Sowell, Christina Hoff Sommers, The Bell Curve, Napoleon Chagnon, Derek Freeman vs. Margaret Mead, the plasticity of V1 vs. the plasticity of other parts of the cortex, a chapter on how our senses perceive an objective external world independent of language [?], Harrison Bergeron, complaints about how modern art doesn’t include enough landscapes, Thornhill and Palmer vs. “it’s about power not sex,” Leon Kass, Judith Rich Harris … at age 16 I knew nothing about any of this!  I was left walking around in a daze for weeks.)