Meanwhile, Evgeny Morozov writes, "I challenge you to find a stronger first paragraph in entire history of hostile book reviews." Here's the review in question

This is a book that contradicts itself a hundred times; but that is not a criticism of it, because its author thinks contradictions are a sign of intellectual ferment and vitality. This is a book that systematically distorts and selects historical evidence; but that is not a criticism, because its author thinks that all interpretations are biased, and she regards it as her duty to pick and choose her facts to favor her own brand of politics. This is a book full of vaporous, French-intellectual prose that makes Teilhard de Chardin sound like Ernest Hemingway by comparison; but that is not a criticism, because the author likes that sort of prose and has taken lessons in how to write it, and she thinks that plain, homely speech is part of a conspiracy to oppress the poor. This is a book that clatters around in a dark closet of irrelevancies for 450 pages before it bumps accidentally into its index and stops; but that is not a criticism, either, because its author finds it gratifying and refreshing to bang unrelated facts together as a rebuke to stuffy minds. This book infuriated me; but that is not a defect in it, because it is supposed to infuriate people like me, and the author would have been happier still if I had blown out an artery. In short, this book is flawless, because all its deficiencies are deliberate products of art. Given its assumptions, there is nothing here to criticize. The only course open to a reviewer who dislikes this book as much as I do is to question its author’s fundamental assumptions—which are big-ticket items involving the nature and relationships of language, knowledge, and science.

Go on, Ricochet, take the challenge. 

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genferei
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genferei

"Rick Moody is the worst writer of his generation."

The famous Dale Peck review.

Glenn the Iconoclast
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Glenn the Iconoclast

Cooper's art has some defects. In one place in 'Deerslayer,' and in the
restricted space of two-thirds of a page, Cooper has scored 114 offences
against literary art out of a possible 115. It breaks the record.

Twain's "Fenimore Cooper's Literary Offences"

Edited on Nov 30, 2011 at 5:25am
Leslie Watkins
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Leslie Watkins

I cannot find a link to the actual review, so I will not link to extant commentary on the review, but Leon Wolf's scathingly funny review of Meghan McCain's Dirty, Sexy Politics in the New Ledger in September 2010 is a contender. But at least Meghan McCain does not pretend to be a scholar. The book review you're blogging about is dead on and could be applied to hundreds of postmodern, poststructural, post-whatever-the-author-wants-it-to-be books and journal articles that are published each year. I know because I spend a lot of time copyediting books like this: utter drivel dripping with the dogma of academe. I keep thinking this well of freelance work is going to go dry—only in utter decadence can this go on!—so I try to prepare myself by seeking out additional riverlets of editing work beyond the wadis of university presses, but amazingly it never completely dries up. ... People don't believe me when I tell them how horrible the humanities are today. It would be funny except that this is the source of theoretical thinking embraced by Obama and OWS.

Jeff Younger
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Jeff Y.

 

The American Mathematical Society review of Wolfram's A New Kind of Science.

The author’s message is reinforced in the flyleaf of the book (written by Wolfram), which says that “This long-awaited work from one of the world’s most respected scientists presents a series of dramatic discoveries never before made public. . . . Stephen Wolfram shows how their results [certain computer experiments] force a whole new way of looking at the operation of our universe.” Or one can look at the press releases—also written by Wolfram. One of them asserts that, “He is widely regarded as one of the world’s most original scientists, as well as the most important innovator in scientific and technical computing today.” Wolfram tells us that he has entered one hundred million keystrokes on his computer in the past ten years by way of creating the scientific work that we now read.

Wolfram’s hubris is both charming and compelling.

Don't miss the part where the reviewer compares the book to the Bhagavad Gita.

dogsbody
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dogsbody

What a lovely start to a book review.  Thanks, Claire--this made my day.


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HalifaxCB

I think the classic is Croker's 1818 review of Keats' Endymion, often referred to as "The Review That Killed Keats". It starts:

Reviewers have been sometimes accused of not reading the works which they affected to criticise.  On the present occasion we shall anticipate the author's complaint, and honestly confess that we have not read [Endymion: A Poetic Romance].  Not that we have been wanting in our duty - far from it - indeed, we have made efforts almost as superhuman as the story itself appears to be, to get through it; but with the fullest stretch of our perseverance, we are forced to confess that we have not been able to struggle beyond the first of the four books of which this Poetic Romance consists.  We should extremely lament this want of energy, or whatever it may be, on our parts, were it not for one consolation - namely, that we are no better acquainted with the meaning of the book through which we have so painfully toiled, than we are with that of the three which we have not looked into.

The whole thing is quite worth the read.

Jeff Younger
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Jeff Y.
HalifaxCB: I think the classic is Croker's 1818 review of Keats' Endymion, often referred to as "The Review That Killed Keats". · Nov 30 at 6:38am

Thanks for linking to that review. It just gets better and better from the first paragraph.

Here it is clear that the word, and not the idea, moon produced the simple sheep and their shady boon, and that 'the dooms of the mighty dead' would never have intruded themselves but for the 'fair musk-rose blooms'....

Ouch!


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Sandy

Lovely contest.  Mark Twain's review in A Cure for the Blues of G. Ragsdale McClintock's The Enemy Conquered; or Love Triumphant ought to be a leading contestant.  (The actual name of the author, a graduate in 1845 of the Yale Law School,  was Samuel Watson Royston.) Here is a little taste:

The reader must not imagine that he is to find in it wisdom,
brilliancy, fertility of invention, ingenuity of construction,
excellence of form, purity of style, perfection of imagery,
truth to nature, clearness of statement, humanly possible situations, humanly possible people, fluent narrative, connected sequence of events-- or philosophy, or logic, or sense. No; the rich, deep, beguiling charm
of the book lies in the total and miraculous ABSENCE from it of all these qualities--a charm which is completed and perfected by the evident fact that the author, whose naive innocence easily and surely wins our regard, and almost our worship, does not know that they are absent, does not even suspect that they are absent. When read
by the light of these helps to an understanding of the situation, the book is delicious--profoundly and satisfyingly delicious.

Kelly B
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Kelly B

Parts of the review Claire quotes remind me of Dorothy Parker, so here is an excerpt of one of hers, chosen nearly at random:

And it is that word 'hummy,' my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.

Michael Pate
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Michael Pate

Not from the first paragraph but contained within Morozov's own review of Jeff Jarvis's Public Parts:

Had Jarvis written his book as self-parody—as a cunning attack on the narrow-mindedness of new mediaacademics who trade in pronouncements so pompous, ahistorical, and vacuous that even the nastiest of postmodernists appear lucid and sensible in comparison—it would have been a remarkable accomplishment. But alas, he is serious. This is a book that should have stayed a tweet. Stripped of all the inspirational buzzwords, it offers a two-fold, and insipid, argument. First, a democratic society cannot afford to have privacy as its main—let alone its only—value. Second, the acts of information disclosure—by individuals, corporations, or public institutions—can be beneficial, under certain conditions, to some or all of the parties involved. Jarvis believes that these points are new and original and heroically subversive of the conventional wisdom. Public Parts is meant to be a polemic, but Jarvis has a hard time finding anyone who disagrees with either of his premises. 

Edited on Nov 30, 2011 at 8:25am
tabula rasa
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tabula rasa

I love these, and Claire's is still in first place.  

Since Glenn stole my Twain/Cooper example, I'll simply point out that there is wonderful trove of comments by good writers criticizing bad critics.  One of my favorites is from John Osborne:  "Asking a working writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a lamppost what he thinks about dogs.”  

Edited on Nov 30, 2011 at 8:30am
tabula rasa
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tabula rasa

This doesn't rise to the level of several examples above, but it's still pretty good.  In the November 2011 issue of First Things, Edward Feser reviews Alex Rosenberg's The Atheist's Guide to Reality:  Enjoying Life Without Illusions.  In the last two paragraphs, Feser unleashes a big pin to puncture Rosenberg's "no illusions" balloon:

"Leave aside the sheer naivete of supposing that morality could have the same hold over us once we are convinced it is an illusion.  Leave aside the question of whether morality even remains intelligible when the notion of moral responsibility is detached from it.  Why exactly does Rosenberg think we can and should tolerate the illusion of morality though we cannot tolerate the illusions of free will and responsibility, the self, meaning and purpose, or indeed God and the soul?  He never tells us.

Rosenberg has a habit of accusing those who disagree with him of bad faith and wishful thinking; only he and those of like mind, he supposes, are rational, clear-headed, and willing to follow an argument to its logical conclusion.  Evidently there is at least one illusion he cannot live without."

He zings Rosenberg pretty good.

Misthiocracy
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Misthiocracy

Michael Pate:

This is a book that should have stayed a tweet. 

That one sentence made me laugh out loud.  I'm glad my cubicle-mate was out of the office at the time.

barbara lydick
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barbara lydick

Ambrose Bierce once dispatched a hapless author with a review that consisted solely of the sentence "The covers of this book are too far apart."

Glenn the Iconoclast
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Glenn the Iconoclast

tabula rasa: I love these, and Claire's is still in first place.  

Since Glenn stole my Twain/Cooper example, I'll simply point out that there is wonderful trove of comments by good writers criticizing bad critics.  One of my favorites is from John Osborne:  "Asking a working writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a lamppost what he thinks about dogs.”

Edited on Nov 30 at 08:30 am

Well, Sandy beat me to my second choice from Twain.  I read a generally positive review, in Time, I believe, of Jake's Thing when it was first published.  One line, "Random testiness of this sort is one reason to read Amis; another is the more developed spleen..." prompted me to read the book.  It was sadly disappointing.

Barnes & Noble published a slim volume a few years back titled Rotten Reviews.  It was a collection of a line or two from reviews of books now considered classics.  Absalom, Absalom and Leaves of Grass were two that came in for rough treatment.


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