The Rise of the Pyjamahadeen

Since I am an inmate of what Michael Keren calls “blogosphere” in his book of the same name—those of us therein call it “the” blogosphere, but Keren disdains definite articles, among many other things—I was a natural candidate to approach for a review of this 165-page, um, book. After all, like all residents of the blogosphere, I live in my mother’s basement and wear pyjamas all day. (There is even a name we give ourselves: the pyjamahadeen. It fits.)

Squatting here in my favourite Barney jammies, then, swilling fizzy pop and consuming Cheetos by the metric ton, I find myself—uncharacteristically for a certified (and certifiable) member of “blogosphere”—at a loss for words. Bloggers have opinions on everything and anything, from politics to economics to the latest dispatches from the Lindsay Lohan wars. We are many...