I’d lambaste Maureen Dowd for her uninformed column, but Ron Hogan has already done my job for me. I’ll only add that asking an assman like Wieseltier to comment on chick lit is a bit like asking a pornographic filmmaker about the artistic merits of a Skinemax flick. In both cases, the “expert” can’t be counted upon for a reasonable assessment because of his innate coprophilia.

San Francisco Chronicle:`”Elie Wiesel, the renowned Holocaust author and Nobel Peace Prize winner, was attacked and dragged out of a San Francisco hotel elevator last week, possibly by a Holocaust denier who claims to have stalked Wiesel for weeks, police said Friday.”

Sloganeering: “Much fan fiction is poorly written, and can cause actual brain damage in unsuspecting readers. The obvious response to this is to not read fanfic. But that’s not going far enough for some readers. The mere fact that this stuff even exists somehow poisons the world for them; much like knowing that someone, somewhere is, as we speak, putting the finishing touches on a Two and a Half Men spec-script or even — heaven help us — eating a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich made with nine-grain bread and wondering why he isn’t losing any weight.”

You can read my review of David Markson’s Epitaph for a Tramp & Epitaph for a Dead Beat in today’s Philly Inquirer.