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.
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The Last Lecture
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.