Reminder to litbloggers and media: Folks, can we stop talking about that skinny blonde neocon? If a shameless exhibitionist like me can, so can you! You know that old Twilight Zone where a millionaire beats a chatterbox that the chatterbox can’t talk for a year? Why can’t George Soros make a similar offer to the blogosphere?
Are students writing worse than ever? More importantly, at what point do we measure the decline? Last month? Last year? Ten years ago? And can a lazy empirical approach to this hypothesis speak for students as a whole? Or is Laurence Musgrove full of fecal matter? And can I conclude this bullet item without ending a sentence in a question mark? Rhetoric rhetoric rhetroic. Goes good with a muddy cup of Joe.
Lauren Cerand involutes the Zidane scandal, which I think applies to nearly all sports figures (and particularly players-turned-commentators, who, on the whole, show about as much sartorial sense as a seven year old let loose in Hugo Boss with an arsenal of Ben Franklins).
Leon Wieseltier: “I think that if a critic discovers a book or a show that he finds pernicious, it is his solemn responsibility to try to do as much damage to the fortunes of that as he possibly can.” Can you imagine sharing a hotel room with this guy?