Journalist Philip Delves Broughton chronicles, none too flatteringly, his years of study at Harvard Business School. “HBS,” he concludes, “had two modes: deadly serious and frat boy, with little in between.”

Reviewer Andrew Ferguson expands on the foolishness part:

The future titans of American industry celebrated the end of their first week of classes with a party at which everyone was expected to dress as his favorite hip-hop star. The central attraction was a ‘booze luge,’ an ingenious and super-efficient means of chugging vodka. At midsemester came the Priscilla ball. ‘The men were to dress as women and the women as sluts. . . . One man looked like Virginia Woolf in a white boa and black wig . . . while another wore a skimpy Heidi outfit and women’s underwear, which failed to contain his errant . . . ’

But what the heck. Broughton did learn how to do a regression analysis. Or maybe regression is the name of the game at HBS.