This evening, in search of a particular quote from one of my favorite novels, “A Confederacy of Dunces,” describing Baton Rouge as “the whirlpool of despair,” I found myself slumming morbidly in the comments on Goodreads (AKA the Yelp of literature), where a frequent complaint was the total repulsiveness of the main character, Ignatius. Putting aside the amazing fact that many of the one-star reviews read like they could have been written by Ignatius (as this post also likely reads by now, but that’s the genius of the book, right?), the expectation that characters should be appealing reminded me about this great essay on The Dehumanizing Politics of Likability.
One of my favorite acts of early technoanarchy, the Max Headroom broadcast signal intrusion, occurred on this day in 1987. The perpatrators were never identified.