Saturday, February 14, 2004


There's an article in the _New York Times_ today (you will have to register, if you haven't already) about a glitch at the Canadian Amazon site that revealed the id's of anonymous book-reviewers. Hilarity ensues.
I love all of this back-biting, frankly. (I'll concede I probably enjoy it more as a writer with no publications to his name.) I think the fact that some of the vendettas vetted here (and good ol' boy networking going on) is based in disagreements between literary camps is actually evidence of some of the vitality I was missing a few days ago. A glimmer of hope?
Then again, it does show how small the book world is, doesn't it?


  1. Imported on behalf of: Michael J. Jasper
    Oh geez, doesn't Jonathan Franzen have anything better to do with his time? Doesn't he have a snobby novel to write that shows in so many ways how much smarter he is than everyone else???

    This was a really funny article. The writing world is so insular in some ways -- everyone gets to know everyone else, sooner or later. That can sometimes be a bad thing.

  2. Imported on behalf of: Lee Capps

    Yep, writing world is insular. Usually that means everyone is treating everyone else with kid gloves. I mean you never know when someone's going to be looking at you across the table on a university search committee, right? Here these people thought they were anonymous. Ouch!