No, Mr. Buruma, it wasn’t that you “blew up” on Twitter when angry readers of your New York Times Review of Books found an essay by an accused – though acquitted – sexual abuser headlining the magazine. It wasn’t even your flippant interview with Slate that sealed your fate. It was the lack of editing. “Accuracy aside, the piece Buruma found so ‘interesting’ is, actually, unbearably trite. As a literary personal essay, it is a failure, written in abstract and bland language, drowning under the weight of vague therapeutic bromides.”