Zupancic's done what has been long been in need of doing--exposition and analysis of Nietzsche's Noontide. Brilliant, terrorizing de-facto emasculations by fashionable apparatchiks of the international academic slave guild, --all written by a woman, and an attractive one at that (see rear cover); no small rarity given tendencies toward drawing conlusions on FN from knee-jerk bourgeois paroxysms "Oh no! He said to stay in the kitchen? Women can write stupid suburban novels too! We shall bury the Overman!"



In any case, if you are not big on continental thought and Lacanian psychoanalysis, the serving portions are roughly as follows: 1/4 Nietzsche, 3/4 Lacan, with Zizek barnstorming like a psychotic cross be-dressed Viking and quoting Vertigo et. al, and Noontide as fulcrum and catalyst. Diamond if you please, Gems if you don't.