The blogosphere's in a fighting mood today, and there's blood being spilled on all fronts. Ron lets the Book Babes' latest bit of puffery have it, pointing out that they do little more than echo "Sam Tanenhaus' say with a few minor quibbles, but hey, they got a free tour of the office out of it." The Literary Saloon is ready to consign NYTBR to "water cooler relevancy." And Dan Green outdoes them all with this damning - and accurate - assessment:
Ultimately, what the effort to find "whether something interesting can be said about" new books really amounts to is giving over the pages of the NYTBR to various hack journalists (in my opinion, Paul Berman belongs to this crowd) for their "insights," their "reflections," their so obviously superior sense of the "zeitgeist," the "global situation." Blech! As I have said before, the NYTBR is going to be a poor man's version of The New York Review of Books, in which, most often, self-important so-called pundits have an opportunity to self-display and in the process bore us to tears.