“Thank you,” he says. “I didn’t realize you’d read it.” I lean in even closer. “I read all your papers.” This part is true—I have to know my enemy, and in academia that means studying what they study. I’m not sure what’s more nauseating: Kinnear’s pretentious writing style, or the way he shamelessly regurgitates my ideas and those of our colleagues. Drew is too nice to call him on it, but Kinnear’s latest publication lifted, almost verbatim, a lesson from Drew’s survey unit on the Aesthetic Movement. The man is shameless.
