--goes to Calvin Tomkins for his endless coagulated essay "The Prankster" in the current issue, which no one not an art history doctoral student-- and a dull one at that-- is likely to read. (Despite the title, there's not a hint of wit among the essay's many wordy pages.)
The essay reminds me of the character in "The Sixth Sense": Dead but doesn't know it.
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