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.