A friend writes: Radosh has some great fun at David Denby’s expense over at his own site today. I’d like to add that based on the excerpt, Denby’s forthcoming book American Sucker seems to be the saddest bit of self-exploitation of one’s sex life by a New Yorker writer since Elizabeth Wurtzel welcomed us all to her Prozac Nation (population: 1). But then I remembered Lillian Ross’ book, which I was sure was called Put It In Here, But Not Here: My Life with William Shawn and The New Yorker, which a visit to Amazon quickly corrected.
Earlier thoughts on David Denby from low culture.
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i have one word. rather, ten thousand.