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When I was an undergrad in the theory-besotted late '80s, there was no bigger power move than to lift S/Z's entire lexia/aperçu gimmick and apply it to just about any text that came to mind. The more specious the application, the better: If you could get away with running Green Eggs and Ham through the S/Z meat grinder, more power to you. It was a look-Ma-no-brains maneuver, one designed to let your entry-level comp lit prof—or, let's be honest here, the grievously overworked and under-motivated TA—know that you were, uh, je connais très bien or whatever with the whole Gallic Thought Gang who terrorized the stateside academe with what some sourpusses would later characterize as an epistemological bout of projectile diarrhea. As an insufferable teen I loved this book for the free pass it [seemed] to issue the laziest amongst us during the whole Foucault/Derrida/Deleuze fun-with-gibberish era; that it no longer packs the same wallop now that I'm old as dirt is perhaps a function of the fact that I no longer have time to dally with this sort of exercise in semantically farting around. ★★½ stars, plus another ½� for the sheer nostalgic glow of it all.