Daily-newspaper bosses across the country have been letting cultural critics go en masse, no doubt due to the crappy economy, no doubt due to the predominance of the blogosphere. Smarty-pantses are all verklempt about the situation. Apparently, no one’s told them that glossy mags and alt-freaking-weeklies are alive and well, thank you very much! Jerks. As if daily newspaper criticism is the only criticism that matters. Puh-lease. Some of that crap is so poorly written it’s embarrassing. And yet you can bet that daily-newspaper critics are making more money than us alt-weekly and mag folks. Drives me crazy.
Anyway, the Times’ A.O. Scott believes that criticism itself –– shitty writing on shitty blogs notwithstanding –– is in the same shape it’s been in since, well, the first caveman shook his head glacially and scrawled a big “X” through another caveman’s drawing of a bison. That state? “Miserable and full of possibility,” Scott writes in a recent column. “The world is always falling down. The news is always very sad. The time is always late.”