March 6th, 2013 | stuff2013
|I’m behind on logging these. I’m reading a little faster than I’m writing.
I’ve never been Wolcott’s greatest fan, but this meditation on Gore Vidal and the role of the public intellectual, with its unexpected and violent twist of rage and excoriation in the middle, was a pure joy. It’s an interesting reflection of the Deighton piece I mentioned the other week: a consideration of the last days of the old and eccentric monsters of letters.