Not since the days of Animal House has an American writer more perceptively captured the adolescent fantasies and fraternal rituals of the American male. Snapshots, will send deans of students into therapy and college presidents back to the faculty. The fraternity stories have the kind of authenticity and the undeniable flavor of the late '60s that you can't make up. I adored the Dean Hadley/Lunch scene and, of course, Pristine Christine's fur coat dialogue is spot on. I haven't laughed out loud while reading for a long time and people walking by my office door wanted to know what was so...