A Low Point in the 107-Year History of the Book Review
We hate it when emails from our boss about something we've published start anything like this:
Richard A. Posner has a famously prodigious and provocative mind. I always pick up a Posner essay expecting to be challenged by an original argument. So it was disheartening that his review of the latest crop of press-bashing books was mostly a regurgitation, as tendentious and cynical as the worst of the books he consumed.
The only thing worse would be if our boss then went on for another 700 words. And made us run it in our own publication.
Yeah, that'd suck.
