2: On Bullshit, Harry G. Frankfurt

It's really not that good; it reads like some of my college papers would, had they been written by Harold Bloom. Frankfurt is a pretentious ass with a weak sense of logic, an inability to understand dictionaries, and a desire to...well, bullshit. O.K., it's not entirely that bad, but publishing it in hard back for $10 is rape.

Why did this get so much praise?

In any case, it was short, which is good. Finished January 2d.