Positively Shakespearean take on the urban sport of dumpster diving. That is to say, the author is an idiot, full of sound and fury that, more often than not, signifies nothing. This is apparently *the* how-to guide for getting started in diving, and as a recycler par excellence with a sideline in garbage picking, I was quick to book it with my local library. My first experience with John Hoffman's methods were courtesy Amy Dacyzyn's Tightwad Gazette, who made mention of his apparently objectionable writing style. I assumed he had just offended Dacyzyn's dull and borderline priggish sensibilites, but even my rather less couth tolerances were put to the test in order to finish the book. Better to stick with the Tightwad Gazette's summary for your intro; Hoffman is a gun-loving, Ayn-Rand-reading misanthrope whose occasional useful suggestions come couched in layer upon messy layer of smug, self-satisfied, worthless asides. So, ironically, reading his book is a lot like diving dumpsters.
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