Last Sunday, the New York Times Sunday Book Review inaugurated a new column on writing entitled “Reading Life“, which will be penned by none other Geoff Dyer. If you haven’t had a chance to read the first column, it’s a cleverish satire/parody/evisceration of Michael Fried’s Why Photography Matters As Art and on the the insidious style of writing in which authors smother the reader with explanations of what they intend to write about, if the reader has the patience to stick it out.
Now, I’m a huge fan of Geoff Dyer, Jeff in Venice, Death in Varanasi, Paris Trance, Yoga For People Who Can’t be Bothered, all great books, but I’m not sure about this column. Is it too clever by half? Did he skewer too easy a target? What do you think?