"Lohse is relentless in his excessive, lurid imagery. The book recreates what he found in SAE — the exhaustion and nausea of fraternity life create a veritable pledge term of a text. After 90 pages of vomit, pong and enough coke usage to rival Sigmund Freud, Lohse has made his point. If he had stopped there and begun moralizing, I wouldn’t have much to criticize. Yet he insists on dragging us through his kiddie pool of repetitive, rancid stories, with chunks of wasteful anecdotes and spoiled writing bathed in bombast to remind us that he’s an Ivy League writer. Like a vague drunken memory, it all blurs together by the book’s conclusion."
This is one of the most brutal book reviews I have ever read, but you’ve got to love the Ivy League prose combined with eloquent snark and whit of the classic frat boy tone.
Disclosure: Like the reviewer, I was also a frat boy back in college