Who's paranoid? Certainly not the ULA. We operate in the open. We aren't afraid of anything.
Everyone else in the lit-biz skulks around timidly afraid to say anything contrary to the powers-that-be, as if they lived in Communist China waiting for tanks to crush Tianamen Square expressions of liberty. What is everyone afraid of? Why the secretiveness and anonymity?
Face it-- literary culture is a closed society. Why has no one said a word about the shocking and argumentative Richard Cummings expose that ran as a two-part Monday Report on the ULA site? From demi-puppet lit-bloggers we've heard not a peep. Normally they engage in intense discussions of every litter box movement of the Paris Review's cat Fluffy. About important matters they say nothing. Surely there's enough in the Cummings piece to debate, investigate, agree or disagree with. As it stands, it's devastating. Yet about its many revelations the lit-world has no curiosity.
Whatever else, let's have no more references in the New Yorker and N.Y. Times to Paris Review as some kind of touchstone of current literary culture.
(Typically, the new Believer is five steps behind the ULA and misses the basket, with a puff piece on Paris Review written by a Paris Review editor. We outmaneuver the Believer so easily, one might think we have a spy in their camp. They're so slow and predictable, we don't need one.)
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What our opponents ignore is that the ULA presents essays, like the Cummings essay, which have great import. Isn't the question of possible CIA involvement in American letters tremendously important? Why no comments about the skeptics about this?
We're not JUST noisemakers, you see, but have been from the beginning addressing issues no one else will touch.
um, just about every writer in america talks shit about the new yorker about once per week
don't think you're so badass
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