Perhaps there is an inverse relationship betwen the quality of ideas and how far up the education pyramid one goes. I don't really believe that, but a few recent comments and reviews of Stayin' Alive may suggest as much.
We begin with an innocent blue-collar blogger who wrote an angry letter to the editor after an interview I did, about which he voiced disdain at Mr. Ivy League Professor claiming to speak about "the working class" (especially by talking about disco). It's a wonderful expression of animosity toward a group of people, those in the higher ed racket, who have done absolutely nothing for him or his people besides trying to count the number of footnotes that can dance on the head of a pin. Some quality populist rage here. He said he wanted to read a book my dad, who worked hard for a living, would have written--not me. All fair enough. Ironically, I think the tone of his arguments can be explained by what happened in the 70s. Nonetheless, I believe he was a little surprised when I commented on his blog, urging him to give the book a try. You can read more here: Rock and Confusion.
In contrast, we sky rocket to the top of the academic heap, where a sociologist named Dalton Conley, who is, for some reason that says something about the darkness at the core of NYU, the Making Sense of the 'Me' Decade - The Chronicle Review.
Finally, this week, a nice, serious, review in Working-Class Notes, the newsletter of the Working-Class Studies Association, by a newly minted faculty member at Texas State San Marcos named Jeff Helgeson. This guy did his homework and nailed the argument and substance of the book in pitch perfect tones. Perhaps Prof. Conley, who confirms the Rock and Confusion guy's assumption about the pompous air-baggery of elite higher ed, should head down to San Marcos for some lessons from Brother Helgeson on how to engage in honest intellectual discourse. Check out Helgeson here: Working-Class Notes » Book Reviews.