I’ve read with a fond amusement the recent onslaught of criticism regarding the writing of Dr. Bones. Fondness, because each new accusation, each from a different angle, recalls to my mind all the previous times I was myself the subject of such mass disturbances; amusement, because each of the various essays and posts reveal more about the critics than those they would criticize.
Such crusades are predictable. I’ve been in some way or another involved in public political writing (and later providing a platform for other people’s political writing) long enough to see obvious patterns. They are inevitable, like the rising of the sun; as a writer’s voice ascends into influence, the attacks begin; when a writer gains enough influence to not only become widely-read but widely listened-to, the attacks become crusades.
The question is only ever whether a writer will continue to shine regardless.
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