Good books, good movies, good humans, they make me feel inspired. I assume this is a common human experience, but who knows, I could be assuming in vain. Also it's not entirely true, that thing I just said: sometimes excellent stories and tales and yarns make me feel deflated. They puncture with the blaring message that you'll never tell as good of a story as that, you'll never be that clever or insightful, NEVER.
But right now I'm having the good kind of reaction to an excellent book, and so I want to sing to you with much verve and joy the unending praises of,
THE READER'S MANIFESTO: AN ATTACK ON THE GROWING PRETENTIOUSNESS IN AMERICAN LITERARY PROSE!!!! (all caps and multiple happy exclamation points added by myself!)
This book has the potential to single-handedly restore the average American's belief that maybe they are not as dumb as they supposed they were.
The main thing that it has done for me is help answer one of the big questions that I have been asking myself lately: What is good writing? While of course it's a complicated question with complicated answers, one of those answers is, "Whatever it is it is NOT what the cultural elites insist in lockstep that it is." Therefore I can downgrade my inferiority quotient by at least an eighth, I think.
That's quite a gift, and it's only one of dozens that this wonderful little book will give you. Please buy four of them to hand out indiscriminately to friends and enemies.
p.s. It also reintroduced me to a hazy, distant friend--the word "frippery"--now that we've been reunited I'm sure we will have much fun together.