"What should we make of art writing’s eerie sameness? Although the contemporary art world is premised on plurality of style, subject, and personhood, much art criticism seems to have been produced by a single autonomic voice. This voice is poised, self-assured. Most of the time, it seems to kind of sort of know its stuff. The voice is often wickedly and lovably cheeky. But given how ubiquitous it is, is it really a voice at all?"