I will not give his name but you would recognize it if I did. He has written essays and books and has served as the editor of a prominent journal. I've greatly enjoyed reading his work over the years and yet there is one slight problem: He is almost always wrong.
Dead wrong. Mind-numbingly wrong. Wrong in a way that should be shouted from the rooftops.
But he is amiable and bright and being wrong does not seem to have harmed his career. While I might have headed to the hills to do penance and eat locusts, he flourishes. His opinions are taken seriously in certain citadels of the American elite.
I have no problem with that because he is always worth reading. He brings up interesting points and ferrets out tantalizing facts before arriving at his wacked out conclusions. [There was one essay in which he was right on all points. He wrote that over 20 years ago.]
It is good that he is out there. He serves a real purpose and will take you on a fascinating journey. You may not like the destination but the trip's a blast. And his example raises a question: Would he be able to survive in an organization that ultimately favors results over creative thinking?