Tempests, teapots, authors, editors, etc.

“Even literary Manhattan is not without its joys. A few (very few) nice people are among its congregants, the talk is often worth listening to (especially if you can manage to get in a word or two yourself), and the sense of being among people who share your intellectual proclivities has its rewards (none of which, alas, can be measured in dollars and cents). But it is an insular, hermetic world, where picayune matters for which the big world outside does not have the time of day are routinely inflated to dimensions far out of proportion to their real importance.”

Posted February 13, 2001

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