I wish I could think something clever or pithy or bitingly sarcastic to write here, in response to this guy, Michael Chabon, who writes in the New York Review of Books that he hates dreams, and singles out fictional dreams for special hating.
But I can't think of anything clever to write. Just that he's kind of an asshole, as far as I can tell. I wanted to think there was something sarcastic or ironic or inverted in his little rant, but I can't find it.
Perhaps I should say, "This guy hates dreams; I hate him." But that's about as banal as what he wrote, isn't it? Oh… whatever. I'm stretching for a blog entry here, obviously. I wanted to document this obnoxious bit of internetalia.