Why? No particular reason, except that he seems to have crawled up the ass of one W. Kinsella and started gnawing on said W.'s haemorrhoids by writing critically about Fury's Hour, Kinsella's new book about punk rock, triggering a rather frenzied response.
Here's an excerpt from Kinsella's blog (posting made on Aug. 27):
Check out this pompous moron in today's Globe. A buddy of mine who edited this Wilson guy's stuff at the Globe told me he's a poseur, that he's a prissy arsewipe, and that he'll be insanely jealous of my book - and, ipso facto, that he'd try and figure out some way to rip it. My buddy was right, it seems!
What's most amusing about this Moron-With-A-ThesaurusTM is his naked desire to impress someone, anyone, with how very clever he is. I mean, referencing Freud in a column about rock'n'roll? "Warholian" impulses? Golly, Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore - we're stuck inside some loser's need to impress his black turtleneck readership at OCA!
I don't know Wilson personally, but I like his writing, and back when I was associated with globeandmail.com, I traded a few emails with him on this and that, and found him to be an approachable, helpful and gracious guy to deal with.
Trust me when I say I have no use for pompous morons, and Wilson didn't strike me as being that kind of guy.
So why the hysterical, ad hominem nature of Kinsella's attack on him?
Did I get Wilson wrong, or did Wilson simply bite into one of W.'s nerves?
Note: Here's Wilson's blog: Zoilus.