Mr. Dyer is to die for

Eau. Mah. Gaw. Geoff Dyer, whose work is known to us because he has written on both jazz and photography(!), has begun a series of columns with this brilliant piece about a writer’s bad habit of, oh, self-referential… not being able to pull the trigger.

Perhaps the writer in question was being paid by the word: those grammar school 5,000-word punishment essays come to mind.