Hey, cool, Nick Confessore has an analysis of "the problem with David Brooks": Paradise Glossed June 2004. Brooks being the New York Times columnist.
I suspect I'm not the only one who has noticed that the quality of Brooks's Times column varies wildly from week to week. One day, he's funny, unpredictable, insightful; you read along, glad that the Times has given this man a permanent place in its pages. Three days later, he's bloviating like Michael Savage, and Maureen Dowd doesn't seem so silly anymore. But if you peruse Brooks's considerable pre-Timesian oeuvre, you'll find that the same inconsistency is evident throughout his work. There is Brooks the Journalist. And there is Brooks the Hack.
Kind of a Jekyll-and-Hyde thing, I guess. It just seems that the Jekyll side is getting the upper hand lately.
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