Coffee table books: who buys them? I ask you. I got this moderately amusing coffee table book from the library, and, as I suspected when I leafed through the soon-to-be-remaindered copies at the local book emporium, it is never more moderately amusing than its moderately amusing title, except maybe for the "Where's Waldo at an Orgy" two-page spread (dirty!), which is, at the very least, fitfully amusing.