A new literary magazine hopes to bring the long tail of blogging to the world of scholarly criticism. May it fare well, and may it all be much, much shorter than this ridiculous inaugural post. (Glossary: Long tail.)
Aw, sweet of you to think of me, Matt. But I have to confess: that logorrheic screed posing as a statement-of-purpose is nearly enough to give me gout. And I should know a thing or two about longwinded pedantry.
When you write in this kind of mode, you still have to make it interesting for the reader. You have to charm, engage, and teach — almost in that order. You can’t just cite and you can’t just wander. I like to think that my digressions are both more lyrical and more topical than Holbo’s. Two Nietzsches and nine Trillings make you neither wittier nor more erudite. This is a shame, since witty erudition is what both N. and T. should bring to the party. And witty, unexpected erudition is half the fun of a good manifesto; the other, more necessary half is sheer quasi-sexual energy, and since the seventies, there’s nothing sexy about 13 young academics in just one room.
In short, Holbo needs an editor — and since he happens to *be* the editor, I’ll keep tabs, but there’s every reason to expect more of the same.
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