Factual vs. Actual

Do I detect the rank smell of condescension in the belated take on Keith Olbermann in this morning's LA Times? The reporter's reference to KO as a "longtime sportscaster" is factual but somehow belittling. And methinks her description of him as a "folk hero" for the left -- "an unexpected folk hero for the frustrated left," to be precise -- has a patronizing odor.

So does this: "When he's not lecturing Bush, he wears a perpetually amused expression on the air and casually tosses papers off his desk." Indeed he does. I can't gainsay her that. But there's something supercilious in how she puts the facts. Ditto when she describes him as "scribbling out" one of his commentaries (a particularly strong one at that) and when she points to "gushing" messages that come in (one, pointedly, from Joseph C. Wilson IV, who, it so happens, is exactly right about Olbermann and the press).

I could go on (and on). For instance, to the tut-tutting about KO's coverage of celebrities like Tom Cruise, and so forth, but that's getting too picky. Which is so juvenile.

Postscript: A reader from Los Angeles writes:

Whdd y 'spct whn y ct stff t th bn?

Context: To save space in the news hole, vowels have been eliminated as well as lots of top-drawer journalists and editors.

Translation: What did you expect when you cut staff to the bone?

November 27, 2006 10:29 AM |

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'WILD SIDE' STILL ROCKS 

Nelson Algren was one of the great American authors of the 20th century, it is no exaggeration to say, and among the most neglected. Consider his underrated classic, "A Walk on the Wild Side." The title -- popularized and co-opted as an idiomatic phrase by Hollywood and Madison Avenue (institutions Algren loathed) -- is familiar to most anyone who speaks English or knows Lou Reed's lyrics. But the novel itself? Hardly.

BUSTER KEATON REVISITED 
Buster Keaton: Tempest in a Flat Hat is not a biography. "This book is merely a fan's notes," Edward McPherson writes in the introduction, although his publisher ignores the disclaimer and calls it a biography on the cover. In fact, the book is a bit of both, a difficult combination to bring off unless you're David Thomson, who set the standard with Rosebud, his penetrating rumination on the life and career of Orson Welles, which was nothing if not a distillation of every obsessive thought he ever had about the myth and the man and all his movies.
LAUREN BACALL, STILL SALTY AT 80 
When Lauren Bacall writes that her singing voice ranges "somewhere between B minus sharp and outer space," she's being candid and funny. It's not every stage star with two Tony Awards for best actress in a musical whose vocal talent offers so little promise. (OK, Harvey Fierstein excepted.) Still less would one admit it.
THE STARS ACCORDING TO BOGDANOVICH 
Peter Bogdanovich's superb collection of movie-star profiles and interviews -- a sequel to Who the Devil Made It, his interviews of top film directors -- begins with an affectionate tale about Orson Welles that reminds us just how intimate the author's connection to Hollywood's greatest has been. But contrary to what we've come to expect from dime-a-dozen celebrities and celebrity interviews not worth two cents, the tale avoids bromidic egotism and journalistic platitudes.
SAMMY'S WHITE DREAMS 
Four decades ago Lenny Bruce sentenced Sammy Davis Jr. to "30 years in Biloxi," stripping him of "his Jewish star" and "his religious statue of Elizabeth Taylor." Now we have two new biographies of Davis that spring him from ridicule, if not from doubts about his legacy, and restore a measure of dignity to a black entertainer whose huge fame and success never overcame his devout wish -- indeed his lifelong effort -- to be white.
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