Dr. Pangloss Surveys the Right
Saturday, June 28th, 2008David Brooks has the admirable and rare quality for someone in his position of not being the least bit stingy in helping young writers he feels are talented get ahead in their careers, nor does he expect any sort of quid pro quo. Unfortunately, Brooks’ nose for talent has a very spotty track record, and the result is sometimes that the world would have been better off if he were more self-involved. For example, several years ago, after Brooks spent a semester guesting at Yale, he gave a plug in his Times column to the then unfinished biography one of his students was writing about Charles Hill, most recently late of the Giuliani campaign, a warmongering non-scholar and non-intelligent man who seems to have secured some sort of legacy lectureship ‘neath the elms. Anyway, because of Brooks’ plug, the book garnered attention from publishers that would have been unimaginable otherwise, and the author eventually cashed out for something in the neighborhood of half a million dollars. The ultimate product of Brooks’ generosity, however, was perhaps the worst “Yale book” ever written, and bear in mind that’s a class that includes God and Man at Yale.