This is one of the my favorites by Zizek (the other being The Fragile Absolute). Zizek is a master at diagnosing the contemporary game for what it is: synthetic, gnostic, and without meaning (Nietzsche wins?!). Yet, he does so in a way that provides, perhaps theoretically, some sort of intellectual resources for how to go beyond our dual fascination with all things material and, paradoxically, immaterial. Plus, he is just a fun read. He is one of few writers that I genuinely can return to time and time again (even if it is to discover exactly where I disagree with him).