I am most amazed that the technocrats who were sent copies of this book anonymously all decry that it's probably some kind of marketing. Alexis Madrigal: “It’s so weird in this day and age to just do an art project.”

Seriously!? People are doing pure art projects every minute -- they're call artists! I feel like this would make Mark Twain smile, like writing satire about a dimwitted socialite, who then reads it and thinks the book is great because it's obviously about someone else.