I just couldn't get into this book. I found it completely self-referential with little bits of cultural insight dropped in like easter eggs.
The book is supposed to be about "The culture of marketing and the marketing of culture," or more specifically how mass marketing has completely removed cultural distinctions, so that there is no longer an elite culture, simply a marketed culture.
At one point he notes that when you take away cultural distinctions, (wearing a suit is more High-Brow than wearing a T-shirt), all interaction between socioeconomic classes becomes only about the money, and thus more difficult. But I had to wade through tedious discussions about breakfast with his father, and his navel-gazing guilt about being too tired to argue with him. I suppose the agonizing description of his father's closet had meaning, but I just found it tedious and drawn out.
At one point,Seabrook brings up President Clinton's use of polls to make decisions, in effect abdicating responsibility for those decisions. This merits discussion far beyond the class distinctions in culture, to analysis of the lack of leadership and our propensity to replace educated policy with popularity contests. I also found myself comparing Clinton to Pontius Pilate, who crucifed Jesus after asking the masses. Now there's a discussion to sink your teeth into.
While there may be many more cultural insights buried throughout this book, I, personally do not have the patience to weed through this guy's not-so-interesting life to find them.