Jonah Goldberg has some nerve to criticize Coulter as a writer. His columns are self-indulgent and dull, and I have given him too many chances already. I start to read his column, and he rambles about his personal life -- rambling just doesn't do it for me. He can't seem to make a strong point, or, when he does, he loses the reader after paragraph one, so what he says in paragraphs five and six don't matter.
Goldberg always seems to forget one of the paramount rules of a good writer:
"Just because it happened to you, doesn't make it interesting."
Coulter, on the other hand, focuses outwards in her writing, very seldom on herself. She may have flown off the handle recently, but she has written way too much great material to "write her off" like Goldberg did.
She doesn't need Goldberg, anyway. She will always have an audience, and anyone who picks up her column will do well.
Quite. Am I the only one tired of Jonah's sub-par Gen X references, or hearing about the dust bunnies under his mom's sofa, or the dirty magazines under his mattress, or the snot on his doorknob, etc., etc., ad nauseum? Still, his writing isn't quite as awful as that of William F. Buckley, so there is still something to be said for it, I suppose.