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January 19, 2008

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The biggest flaw in Johanna Drucker's book is that she is a terrible writer. Of course that makes her perfect to write about art. Or is there something about art that turns people into terrible writers? The critics who get books all seem like tedious old beatniks or self-swallowing post-modernist bores. Except Peter Scheldahl. So far.

Oh, and Peter Wollen is okay.

Of course that makes her perfect to write about artbe an academic.

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