Will it be brought about by shrinking newspaper coverage of books, by the death of newspapers themselves, or by a lack of concern for books in an era where faster, cheaper entertainment is always around the corner?
No, the death of book reviewing will be brought about by reviews like this:
Entertainment Weekly’s review of Adam Nimoy’s “My Incredibly Wonderful, Miserable Life” (in its entirety):
Yes, this ”anti-memoir” is written by the son of Spock, but My Incredibly Wonderful, Miserable Life isn’t your standard juicy child-of-a-celebrity tell-all, or even a behind-the-ears Star Trek geek-out. Although a stare-down between actor Leonard Nimoy and Charles Bronson is pretty fun, the sci-fi icon is ultimately as ”distant and lonely” a presence in the book as he apparently was in his son’s life. But with surprising charm and candor, the younger Nimoy recounts his own fatherhood, relating how his divorce (and corresponding end to a 30-year pot addiction) changed him and challenged his relationship with his two barely teenage kids. B
Yes, that’s the entire review. Three sentences. Three not very well constructed sentences.
At least the review does do one thing worthwhile. It creates comedy gold in the comments section. A sampling:
“That’s the worst review I’ve ever read in my life.”
“Let’s take bets and see if the adam v responding is the real mccoy…we needed a book like this like a Klingon on Uranus. Someone get that boy an editor!!”
“Ah, I see now that Cliff Notes offers reviews of their notes.”
“Yes, this is horrible, this review.”
“Horrible book review, absolutely miserable.”
“Mr. Vary, what you’ve just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.”