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Post by bob quarteroni on Sept 2, 2013 10:34:45 GMT -5
Holy Smarmy Praise! Bill O'Boyle's thing today -- one would disgrace the word column by calling it that -- does sound like he's a supplicant sitting at the feet of the omnipotent and looking up with radiant, adoring eyes. I'd post the thing but the TL hasn't even bothered to put it up yet. But, "We are the reflection of Joe. B," and "we are most proud when Joe B. compliments us on a story"and "there won't be another Joe B. There really couldn't be" provides just a soupcon of the Lassie looks at Timmy and sees the almighty of this thing.
Dorothy Parker, who would have probably sought out O'Boyle and shot him, used to do reviews under the name Constant Reader. When she was reviewing a particularly smarmy, childlike version of a play she wrote:
“It is that word 'hunny,' my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.”
I can emphatize. I wanted to fwow up before I was halfway through the thing.
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