The title essay is pretty good. There’s some more good essays in here. And there’s some things that were boring. If one of these essays seems boring for the first couple of pages, skip it—it won’t get better.

I like DFW because I can appreciate his humor and use of English, but I do feel like I’m approaching the limits of my intelligence to appreciate his wit. Most of his essays are consistent with this experience and there are som gems in his writing, however I was very dissappointed with his last essay, in which it was very apparent that he just got lazy. Consequently it comes off sounding a lot like Dave Barry.