I think Wolff's argument is stronger for that fact that he simply co-opted the more general argument against people who write celebrity memoirs, and tweaked it into a critique of the houses that publish celebrity memoirs.

But now that I've had 13 minutes to digest his rant, I think he's missing a great biz opportunity. HarperCollins could use its shiterature to prop up its literature! Like WaPo and Kaplan!

For the record, I have nothing against celebrity memoirs. I've been reading Paul Mooney's Black Is the New White, and it's really good. Like Dreams From My Father if it were cut up and then mad-libbed by Richard Pryor.