I’m hastening to finish last month’s NC because this month’s is here. I found a really good poetry review (“She sees the world through rose-colored metaphors,” and “Americans wander about like nomads, their true home the interstate highway and the airport hub”) and I wondered who this William Logan was. He seemed pleasantly irritable and apt. I’d done this with Joseph Epstein and come into several collections of essays full of the kind of criticism that ought to gobsmack pretenders such as myself.
Googling, I found a rather interesting book that might be the kind of thing one longs for. There is a promisingly negative take here (It was the encouragement of negative statements on Epstein that found me the pleasures of his writing—the reviewer had silly ideas and he was presenting Epstein turned on his head, which accounted for the negative peculiarities).