Someday the
New York Times will hire book reviewers who will tell us what a book is about. Maybe a little about the author, his background, and his experiences writing the book; possibly something about whether it was well done or horribly sloppy.
Today is not that day. Alex Beam ruins a perfectly good review of Robert Frank's
Richistan with a couple of snarky lines about "Pooristan" and whether the
Wall Street Journal (Frank's employers) ought to have a column on those "Euchred by Capitalism". Memo to Mr. Beam: We read your reviews to find out whether we should be interested in what Mr. Frank has to say in his book. If we want to know what
you have to say, we'll read
your book. Or not. (
Rachel)
( So what's this about John Edwards? )