Joseph Rago, Wall Street Journal, March 11, 2006.
Tom Wolfe is a spry fellow, arch and gently convivial in his well-appointed Manhattan apartment. He is dressed precisely as you would expect him to be. Of course, this points up — suits, you might say — the larger predicament: Is there anything new left to be said about Tom Wolfe? His books are not so much published as unfurled, met by blasts of reviews and countless profiles. His story is well-trod: the New Journalist, the wicked social inquisitor, the novelist with the death-clamp on the American Zeitgeist, etc., etc. Despite his uncommon charm, character and appeal, he’s also a figure covered in the barnacles of the familiar.
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