Saved from Myself
I have a confession to make: I've come to regard fisking Mark Rosenzweig as a guilty pleasure on a par with watching reruns of Cops. When I saw his latest bit of nonsense about the National Book Festival, it took all my self control to keep from spending valuable time ripping it apart. Thankfully, Jack Stephens has stepped up and taken care of this matter. Jack, you have my gratitude.