This is a book review about a book about a book reviewer who reviewed books. Essentially writing about writings about writings, some of those writings presumably are themselves writings about writings. And people wonder why the humanities have become irrelevant to the lives of people today.
Coincidentally, I read about Malcolm Cowley today in a bio of Jack Kerouac. I'm not yet to where On the Road finally gets published.
This is a book review about a book about a book reviewer who reviewed books. Essentially writing about writings about writings, some of those writings presumably are themselves writings about writings. And people wonder why the humanities have become irrelevant to the lives of people today.
And this is a comment, about a comment, about a book review, about a book, about a book reviewer who reviewed books.
By one man named comment.