Village Voice columnist, noir novelist, and intrepid blogger sending back dispatches from his embed with the right-wing blogosphere, Roy Edroso’s bemused realism hurts the way Peter Schjeldahl says a Gerhard Richter painting does: instructively.
Edroso, who self-admittedly maintains his blog to work off “nervous energy” clearly has a lot of it. It’s the sort of kineticism that can result from expecting life to be fair, and then living it anyway. Once a guitarist with the punk outfit Lancaster County Prison, Edroso long maintained his outsider credibility via an antipathy toward lucre that eventually forced the staging of an Edroso-thon, which raised money online to keep flowing the words of this large-hearted, often angy poet of the sensible. Vanity Fair mainstay James Wolcott was among those who ensured the fundraiser’s success.
