I like Lorin Stein. I don’t like him because I’m hoping my poetry made the cut over at The Paris Review, or because I’m thinking he can pull some strings for me at his former job to get my post-modern take on the comedy novel published.

None of that: I like Lorin Stein cause the dude rolls hard and isn’t afraid to mingle with the little people.

Example:  Stein crawls into the pit of godlessness known as the blog comment section, and engages in discussion with people who comment on the Paris Review blog.

Has anybody read some of the stuff people write in comment sections?  It’s like creatures from Middle Earth learned to type.