With the appearance of the pseudonymous “C. Van Winchell” at Nothing Recedes Like Success, the history blogosphere has gotten more interesting since your favorite Radical left the country. Just when you thought the Decline and Fall of the History Profession would lack it’s own Gibbon, “he” has appeared, Facebook page and all, cleverly wreathed in allusions to a Yale connection that probably doesn’t exist.
Vann Winchell’s emergence even goaded Ambrose Hofstadter Bierce III out of retirement ever so briefly, with a clever poem saluting fellow history bloggers in the new year. Thanks for the shout-out, AHB.
I keep meaning to extend my own welcome. But this post about two of our colleagues playing a vigorous game of hide the salami (as a hilarious and path-breaking feminist literary scholar used to put it during wine-soaked Zenith dinner parties) at Doug Manchester’s hotel in San Diego is sure to win a score of new readers, with or without me.