And here's the kicker. While researching Caryn James online, I realized that she was the author of one of the dumbest pieces that the Times ever published, an article on last year's National Book Awards, in which she complained that "the judges apparently went out of their way to nominate books that have scarcely been noticed," and "by trying to strong-arm readers' taste, the judges are guaranteeing that their prize remains marginal." In other words, big ambitious movies are lame because they're too mainstream, and "woozy and poetic" novels are lame because they aren't mainstream enough. Clearly, this critic needs her own blog.