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Corrections Dept.
In my recent post titled "Advice", I criticized "Mr. Blue", Garrison Keillor's pen name for an advice column he used to write at Salon.com, rather harshly. I have just realized (after seeing a link to a recent column) that I was confused; Mr. Keillor was a decent advice-giver -- it's his replacement as the Salon.com advice writer, Cary Tennis, who is turgid, long-winded, and generally awful. My apologies to Mr. Keillor.

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And this, I suspect, is a good reason not to write advice columns under a relatively transparent pen name. If he'd used "Mr. Keillor", or if he'd not let anyone know he was "Mr. Blue", then this confusion wouldn't have happened.

This is also probably related to why we have heard of Garrison Keillor, and have not otherwise heard of Cary Tennis.

Well, Cary Tennis didn't keep the Mr. Blue pen-name, so it's not like that case where Margo Howard was writing the Dear Prudence column at Slate, then took off to write the other column she does, and someone else, who is terrible but not as bad as Cary Tennis (bad advice, but at least he or she doesn't ramble on about godawful philosophical maunderings while giving it), took over while keeping the same name on the column. (I should check on that before I post, to be sure I have the facts straight, but I won't! Ha!)

Totally my fault here; I remembered that Garrison Keillor wrote Mr. Blue at Salon, and I remembered that the Salon advice column was horrible, but I forgot that these were in fact two different non-overlapping advice columns. (Remember I was saying about not having any temporal memory? You have here an example of the problems it can cause.)

I used to read Mr Blue a long time ago (I think when it was introduced, back in the days I read Salon), when I think Garrison Keillor's caricature was pictured at the top; and I thought much of his advice (particularly anything vaguely polyish) wasn't particularly good.

I don't remember being particularly impressed by the quality of the advice, but it didn't give that sense of abject jaw-dropping wrongness that the advice of Cary Tennis does. And he didn't ramble so. Nobody could possibly ramble so.

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