Thomas Meany has an article on German wunderdude Peter Sloterdijk, who knocks out thousand-page treatises on anything from the nature of being to the nature of shit. “This profligacy makes Sloterdijk hard to pin down,” sighs Meany. Is Sloterdijk wasteful and extravagant or just prolific, Tom? I know that “prolificness” is not an exciting word (and Word can’t spell it), but it’s the right one.
