OK, I felt like at some point I had to read something by David Foster Wallace to understand what the fuss is about. I couldn't start with Infinite Jest because, you know, it's 4 trillion pages. And I couldn't start with The Pale King because it felt wrong to start "from the end".
Instead what I picked is a book that I had heard about and assumed was going to be a light read. And what a light read it was. Just a series of anecdotes stating the absolute obvious about the world of cruise ships, something that has a little less than zero appeal for me.
I do understand that most of the material was initial written for Harper's, but I'm quite positive I'd find it all rather underwhelming, trite and, crucially, supposedly funny but really rather banale. Sitting in the dentist's waiting room, I'd pick up an old copy of Grazia over this every day of the week.
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