The ever beautiful, though often mad, Garrison Keillor reviews Bernard-Henri Levy's new book about his (that is Levy's) travels in the US, evidently hoping unsuccessfully for some sort of enlightened thought to flow from little more than uninformed (and evidently disconnected) stream of conscious writing. Though the paragraph I cite below is most likely the completion of the serious part of Keillor's review (the end of the first paragraph, by the way), I would suggest skipping it and moving on to the meat of the article, the remaining 6 paragraphs that are dedicated to dismantling the disheveled dynamism of Levy's writing style. As always, GK slays me.

'American Vertigo: Traveling America in the Footsteps of Tocqueville,' by Bernard-Henri Lévy - The New York Times Book Review - New York Times: "In more than 300 pages, nobody tells a joke. Nobody does much work. Nobody sits and eats and enjoys their food. You've lived all your life in America, never attended a megachurch or a brothel, don't own guns, are non-Amish, and it dawns on you that this is a book about the French. There's no reason for it to exist in English, except as evidence that travel need not be broadening and one should be wary of books with Tocqueville in the title."