Foucault in California

The best part of the book is the preface. Heather Dundas writes how she heard an anecdote about Foucault and an LSD trip, found it so implausible that she tried to convict the anecdote of lying, and in the process surprisingly proved the existence of the LSD trip. The rest of the book is the story of a self-described disciple (!) who invites Foucault to a local college. So much status play, references, intellectual babble, show who you know, written in a gonzo style. If you're not impressed by it, it's quite funny. Foucault chops wood to demonstrate his ordinarity. When Foucault talks about attractive boys, one feels different in view of the accusations against Foucault. The book is a perfect example of hagiography and in this sense is recommended.