Distain
is unbecoming. This piece has been forwarded around, we’re not with you Mr.
Diamond, we’re sad for you.
Do
you want to name drop The Paris Review? Do you want to tell other people you’re
better than them in a public forum? Congratulations. Follow Diamond’s model.
Despite
his conciliatory last sentence:
And
while I may always be more recognizable on the city streets for my great
steamed milk than for my killer prose, there are worse things than having a
legacy, even one so strange and aromatic.
Mr.
Poor-Surpassed-What-He-Once-Was-Man spends eight hundred words or so shaming
the life he and close to thirteen million other Americans live(d) working in the
restaurant industry. It’s as though he wants you to put your hands to your
cheeks and inhale quickly because - he was able to entertain outside thoughts
and goals and perform respectably at a day job. GHASP.
There
are coffee snobs and there are writing snobs (any prefix or modifier accepted)
and then there are people like you, or who represent yourself to be, Mr. Diamond.
Still, we’d
like to think there’s hope for you.
Take
pride in what you do. If you spend your paid hours behind a bar, make those
drinks with enviable finesse and facilitate customer interactions that make
lives better, yours and theirs.
As
for your “killer prose” - to influence hearts and minds and you need a perspective
grounded by at least an ounce of balance, perhaps with a touch of humility.
It’s hard to anticipate that from you, but we’ll keep an open mind.
The text at the bottom of the NY Times post reads: Townies welcomes submissions at townies@nytimes.com.
Please write to Mr. Diamond, if you feel like you can help him.

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