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Andrew Sullivan has been one of the most entertaining writers in the world during the whirlwind 21 months of this most spectacular presidential election. Today he goes all meta on us. I just eat this stuff up. Don’t you?
For centuries, writers have experimented with forms that evoke the imperfection of thought, the inconstancy of human affairs, and the chastening passage of time. But as blogging evolves as a literary form, it is generating a new and quintessentially postmodern idiom that’s enabling writers to express themselves in ways that have never been seen or understood before. Its truths are provisional, and its ethos collective and messy. Yet the interaction it enables between writer and reader is unprecedented, visceral, and sometimes brutal. And make no mistake: it heralds a golden era for journalism.
Call it journalism, call it art, call it whatever you want. I call it freedom. Creative anarchy. Blissfully boisterous community, unfettered.
This blog has served as a (relatively) permanent mirror for the inside of my chaotic skull for the past 14 months. I really appreciate the ability to track my own behavior with such clarity, and I enjoy sharing my personal foibles with the wider world.
Over at Daily Kos, I have built up a similar stash of observational droppings, mostly centered on Barack Obama’s magnificent campaign for the White House. The feedback there has been phenomenal, and no one can deny the thrill of knowing that people are actually reading your stuff. Recommended list aside, my favorite moment was the day my diary got rescued.
A rescued diary is a cherished piece of writing in the eyes of some incredibly respected readers. The fact that mine was a meta rant about this revolution in self-publishing that we wallow wildly together in this morning? Full circle gravy. Existence has never been more expansive. I blog, therefore I am.