Poet Brendan Behan said that a critic is like a eunuch in a harem: he’s seen it done, he knows how to do it, but he’s totally incapable of doing it himself.
In a column yesterday about the blogosphere Richard Schickel eloquently said: I want to be head eunuch!
Having some passing familiarity with Schickel’s work, I accept that he has no balls and I happily cede to him hereafter the right to issue the sole authoritative critiques of books.
(Blue H/T to the incomparable Ed Driscoll)