Lu sous la plume de Barrett Brown dans Vanity Fair:
In this morning’s New York Times, columnist Thomas Friedman makes a grave prediction regarding Obama and the ongoing financial crisis: “I fear that his whole first term could be eaten by Citigroup, A.I.G., Bank of America, Merrill Lynch, and the whole housing/subprime credit bubble we inflated these past 20 years.” Friedman is a three-time Pulitzer Prize winner, a staple of The New York Times, and a bestselling author, and thus this prediction should be taken very seriously—in some alternate universe where the news media is a meritocracy and Thomas Friedman is a competent observer of the world and its workings. The rest of us can probably relax.
Pour faire une liste exhaustive, il faudrait se taper à titre rétrospectif ses chroniques et livres depuis une vingtaine d’années. Je ne souhaite pas ça à mon pire ennemi – quoique…
Vous avez remarqué sinon que Thomas Friedman n’est plus pris au sérieux en dehors du circuit fermé des op-eds – un peu comme BHL en France? La critique de Matt Taibi dont je me suis déjà fait l’écho fait même penser à de l’overkill tellement Friedman ne peut décemment être pris au sérieux:
Thomas Friedman in possession of 500 pages of ruminations on the metaphorical theme of flatness would be a very dangerous thing indeed. It would be like letting a chimpanzee loose in the NORAD control room; even the best-case scenario is an image that could keep you awake well into your 50s. (Matt Taibi, Flathead, NY Press, 26/4/2005)
Matt Taibi n’est pas vraiment un fan du bonhomme il est vrai:
I’ve been unhealthily obsessed with Thomas Friedman for more than a decade now. For most of that time, I just thought he was funny. And admittedly, what I thought was funniest about him was the kind of stuff that only another writer would really care about—in particular his tortured use of the English language. Like George W. Bush with his Bushisms, Friedman came up with lines so hilarious you couldn’t make them up even if you were trying—and when you tried to actually picture the “illustrative” figures of speech he offered to explain himself, what you often ended up with was pure physical comedy of the Buster Keaton/Three Stooges school, with whole nations and peoples slipping and falling on the misplaced banana peels of his literary endeavors.
Remember Friedman’s take on Bush’s Iraq policy? “It’s OK to throw out your steering wheel,” he wrote, “as long as you remember you’re driving without one.” Picture that for a minute. Or how about Friedman’s analysis of America’s foreign policy outlook last May:
« The first rule of holes is when you’re in one, stop digging.When you’re in three, bring a lot of shovels.”
First of all, how can any single person be in three holes at once? Secondly, what the fuck is he talking about? If you’re supposed to stop digging when you’re in one hole, why should you dig more in three? How does that even begin to make sense? It’s stuff like this that makes me wonder if the editors over at the New York Times editorial page spend their afternoons dropping acid or drinking rubbing alcohol. Sending a line like that into print is the journalism equivalent of a security guard at a nuke plant waving a pair of mullahs in explosive vests through the front gate. It should never, ever happen (Matt Taibi, Flat’n all that, 14/1/2009).
J’ai trouvé à cet égard pas mal le « about me » d’une bloggeuse dont le blog porte le titre légèrement ironique « Thomas Friedman is a Great Man« :
I’m a black working mother. I love to laugh and between work and raising kids, I need a good laugh. I’m also a community member of The Common Ills. Shout outs to any Common Ills community members stopping by. Big shout out to C.I. for all the help getting this started. I am not married to Thomas Friedman, credit me with better taste, please. This site is a parody.
Je vais d’ailleurs relancer le Thomas Friedman award pour 2008, de même que le Doug Feith award – tous deux repoussés pour cause de guerre à Gaza.