ROGER SIMON has some interesting things to say about James Wolcott, which is no small feat. But two items from his comments strike me as especially sharp:

(1) Roger, I think you’re missing the most fascinating thing about James Wolcott’s adorable rottweiler puppy attacks on the legs of various leading lights of the blogosphere. By every measure, Wolcott is an established figure in the white hot center of the mainstream media, as a Vanity Fair columnist for some ten-plus years. This is a man who has one of the most envied megaphones in the New York and national magazine publishing scene. Yet for some reason, he now spends most of his time gnawing away at, say, a law professor from an obscure Tennessee college, a part-time columnist from the Midwest, and a moderately successful (no offense!) mystery novelist from Los Angeles. This reversal of polarity would have been unthinkable even a year or two ago.

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(2) I subscribed to Vanity Fair for many years. I found that I was always finished reading what Wolcott had to say long before he was finished saying it.

Heh. Indeed.