Lawrence Krauss’s
book A Universe from Nothing managed
something few thought possible -- to outdo Richard Dawkins’ The God Delusion in sheer intellectual
frivolousness. Nor was my First Things review of the book by
any means the only one to call attention to its painfully evident foibles. Many commentators with no theological ax to
grind -- such as David Albert, Massimo
Pigliucci, Brian
Leiter, and even New Atheist featherweight Jerry
Coyne -- slammed Krauss’s amateurish foray into philosophy. Here’s some take-to-the-bank advice to would-be
atheist provocateurs: When even
Jerry
Coyne thinks your attempt at atheist apologetics “mediocre,” it’s time
to throw in the towel. Causa finita est. Game over.
Shut the hell up already.
But Krauss
likes nothing so much as the sound of his own voice, even when he’s got nothing
of interest to say. A friend calls my
attention to a recent
Australian television appearance in which Krauss, his arrogance as undiminished
as his cluelessness, commits the same puerile fallacies friends and enemies
alike have been calling him out on for over a year now. Is there any point in flogging a horse by now
so far past dead that even the Brits wouldn’t
make a lasagna out of him? There is,
so long as there’s still even one hapless reader who somehow mistakes this wan
ghost for Bucephalus.