I have to thank
The Minor Fall, The Major Lift for recommending
Nobody's Perfect to me (at least, I
think they recommended it). When I used to work in my hometown's library I would spend a fair amount of time perusing the reviews section of the New Yorker, and I had always assumed that the magazine had a dictintive voice. It turns out that it was just mostly Lane. As I make my way through the book, he steadily ascends into my pantheon of truly great critics, adding more force to my recent conversion from the idea that criticism exists merely to help people to the idea that it is truly an art unto itself. If I had a spare $50 sitting around, I would definitely buy the book rather than just borrowing it from the library.