New York Newsday gives Prisoner of Trebekistan yet another fun review:
"Endearingly frank… a jubilant Mexican jumping bean of digressions and asides… Everything in Harris’s memoir is lighthearted and fast-paced, even when it isn’t."
That last sentence, I should explain, seems from context to mean that Trebekistan keeps its rhythm even when dealing with difficult subjects. I’d like to think so.
But let’s just enjoy the sheer lunacy of that last sentence as written: it is, even when it’s not. Doesn’t even flinch, does it? Just hurls itself directly into the Looking Glass.
And if you’ve already finished Trebekistan, you’re probably amused to notice Lewis Carroll looping back into the story yet again.
This is a completely Trebekistan thing to see.
If you’re not sure what that means, you might want to read the book and see.