Following on from Lars Iyer's debut Spurious, Dogma presents the further adventures of comic philosophers Lars and W, the Abbott and Costello of arcane thought, as they undertake a woefully under-attended lecture tour of the southern US. It's mostly made up of mordant musings over their own insignificance: "We're landfill philosophers  In the end I excel at only three things: smut, chimp noises and made-up German." To compensate, they decide to establish their own intellectual doctrine, known as Dogma, whose precepts are flexible but require an awful lot of alcohol (I drink therefore I am?). The southern-fried chapters are fun, but account for only about a third of the book. Fellow philosophers will appreciate the erudite humour, though the lack of direction becomes self-defeating. Towards the end the pair find themselves on a train heading north: "Where are we going? Why are we going anywhere at all? Why does anyone invite us? Why do we accept their invitations?" I honestly have no answer to that.