Whom the gods would destroy they first give a newspaper column. It would seem to be a simple task to buff one’s reflections, observations, and opinions to an 800-word sparkle twice a week, yet the job cores the skulls of all but the stoutest, most resourceful writers. The perceptive reporter turns into a bar-emptying bore, the meticulous stylist into a pompous hack, and the shrewd thinker into a merchant of flapdoodle.
Roger Cohen is writing as badly as he can. – By Jack Shafer – Slate Magazine
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Whom the gods would destroy they first give a newspaper column. It would seem to be a simple task to buff one’s reflections, observations, and opinions to an 800-word sparkle twice a week, yet the job cores the skulls of all but the stoutest, most resourceful writers. The perceptive reporter turns into a bar-emptying bore, the meticulous stylist into a pompous hack, and the shrewd thinker into a merchant of flapdoodle.
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