I can't think of a better phrase than "wonderfully neurotic" to describe this book.
I just read the title
essay today, and I wanted to insert a personal note.
Winston, the
ping pong pro slash
DJ is an
alumnus of my
alma mater, the
University of South Florida. He is a perfect example of the remarkably stupid
USF business major slash
pimp wannabee, which makes up about 99% of the
fraternity population on campus.
Wallace reports that Winston was going to change his major from
business administration to "
multimediated production" (sic), which to my knowledge (and I'm a
teacher and an
academic advisor at USF) has never been a major at USF - or anywhere else for that matter.
Five years after the
cruise I would imagine that Winston, who would be 31 now, has long been bounced out of USF on
academic probation, but you never know. I think I will embark on a
personal quest to track down Winston and
bitchslap him.