Donoghue is a pseudo-intellect, in love with the pompous sound of his own voice that has seized on a few pat phrases--"doorstop of a book" features in quite a few of his reviews--and pretends to a certain familiarity with whatever subject of the book he is reviewing. The books are across a wide spectrum, from the silly to the truly inane, from decent scholarly works to fiction, from history to mystery. Thus this reviewer with his very own tiny, largely inconsequential publication so he need not bow to any editorial oversight, is free to offer reviews to the few folks who care to read them, and demonstrates from the several samples I read, that he is a jack of a few trades and definitely not a master of any of them.

Serious folks can shrug off this ill-informed nonsense as the fevered, shrill imaginings of a true dilettante.

So move on, folks, nothing to see--or read--in that particular review. Unless, of course, you belong to the Boney-as-Ogre crowd.