It’s Official: Klosterman Just As Whiny as Franzen

Popmatters: “The one thing that has always bothered me about the Charlie Brown Christmas special is that the other kids never admit to Charlie Brown that he was right about the little tree.”

Look at it this way, at least he didn’t publish in The New Yorker and a book. Then again, I suppose we can look forward to Klosterman V: Paragraphs I Wrote While on the Can.

I hereby adopt a new writing axiom: When a male essayist starts looking to Peanuts for a desperate introspective connection (instead of, say, the fascinating people around him), he’s gone well over the edge of needlessly confessional neuroses and must be stopped at all costs.

Jurassic Libel

You have to hand it to Michael Crichton. Just when you think he’s hit the nadir, he somehow manages to slide down further into the morass.

Talking Points Muckraker points to this latest item. Earlier this year, Michael Crowley wrote an article criticizing Crichton’s stance on global warming. So what did Crichton do? Instead of engaging Crowley on his issues, he’s included a character in his next novel, Next, named “Mick Crowley” a child molester with a small penis.

Roundup from No Particular Declivity

* — It is my hope to introduce “Blanchettlicious” into common vernacular. The term signifies someone “exuding smart and sexy” and I’m hoping it can replace such general monosyllabic terms such as “hot” that fail to do justice to the sublime complexities of women.