A bit uneven. DFW is of course at his best when describing the absurd byways of contemporary American society and culture (I enjoyed "Big Red Son", "Up, Simba" and "Host" most of what's in this collection), but I find I've grown a bit less patient with the often quite bland philosophizing that he seems to feel the need to inject (and that unfortunately forms the backbone of many of his other essays). Still very much above the cut, even though I wonder whether I'd be less forgiving if I didn't have good memories of reading (pretty much all of) his fiction.
