Christmas came early for me this year. I’m thrilled to find I’m one of four National Review writers to be honored by The Atlantic in The 50 Worst Columns of 2012. Let’s go for a clean sweep next year!
My elation is only slightly muted by the vague feeling, as an old Fleet Street hand, that the usually reliable year-end fake-awards routine requires a defter touch than Mr Wagner’s. Indeed, his almost paralyzed conformism is a minor example of the point I was making in that column. But what do I know?
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