The second paragraph of the book includes this run-on sentence:Thriving in the dim cathode-ray light of one hundred million living rooms, the situation comedy bloomed despite the benign neglect of a nation of captive viewers lulled into somnolence and the disinterest of high-mandarin cultural arbiters.
Aaaand I knew this book and I would not be getting along. I for one have no need or desire to read a book with such over-the-top supercilious writing, especially not on the topic of sitcoms
! I still attempted to read the sections with shows I love, such as Seinfeld, but the author completely lost me when he referred to Seinfeld as only including the "dross" of life. Goodbye book, I have no desire to be inside this author's ridiculous mind any longer than I already have been.