One of America’s lesser-attended afflictions is an appetite for advice and counsel from anyone adopting the mien and attitude of expertise. Which of course makes for a steady stream of flimflam artists. In the book world this is translated into the self-help genre, of which there is an endless shitstream of titles and poseurs. All of which is not to say that 47-year-old computer science professor Randy Pausch’s inspired and inspirational public lecture on his impending death from cancer
, which seems to have captured the attention of the world, is tarnished by the overwhelming uselessness of other books in the category it shares.