For more than 200 pages, novelist and sometime New Yorker writer Mark Helprin churns out a truly astonishing pastiche of the pretentious and the profane, not bothering to address hundreds of thoughtful writers, but content to lambast (over and over and over again, in some horrible parody of Neitzschean "eternal return") anonymous commenters on blogs.
Digital Barbarism:
A Writer's Manifesto
Harper
256 pages
$24.99
Standing up for copyright term extension isn't popular at the moment, unless you're a lobbyist, but that's exactly why Helprin takes the topic on. As a writer, he has a personal stake in copyright, and he wants to leave his copyrights to his grandchildren just as he might any other piece of property.
One can't help but suspect that the best way to achieve this goal is not to turn out this book, however, which sadly makes Helprin look (variously) petty, uninformed, angry, unfair, curmudgeonly, and downright misanthropic.