http://farms.BYU.edu/publications/revie ... m=2&id=621
At one point in that essay, I say the following:
When I referred to the confidentiality of the FARMS peer-review process during a recent Internet discussion, my comment provoked the following fascinating response from a vocal critic of FARMS and of the church (who, ironically, posts under a pseudonym):I take this . . . as tacit admission on DCP's part that FARMS peer review consists of a bunch of Church "yes men" giving the rubber stamp of approval. Here is also further confirmation of DCP's desire to keep the FARMS peer review process a big secret, probably because he knows that "exposure" would reveal the small, cabal-like group that does the reviewing.
Like other vocal critics of the FARMS peer-review process, this person, so far as I can tell, has absolutely no personal experience with or knowledge of the workings of FARMS and appears to lack any personal experience with or knowledge of academic peer reviewing of essays and books.
Master Scartch correctly declares that this pseudonymous critic is none other than hisself, and he's mightily indignant that his pseudonym didn't get credit for the cited contribution to English letters. In fact, he's been steaming over this horrific injustice for very nearly two years now.
Master Scartch takes his stand on the principle that quotations should be properly referenced. And, of course, he's essentially right. They generally should be.
My response is that this true principle can be made into a pedantic fetish, and that, in fact, Scartch is doing just that in this case. There are situations where it would simply be overkill and rather absurd to provide footnote references.
Consider, for example, the following hypothetical paragraph:
In this essay, I shall consider the contributions to philosophy, theology, and history of Master Philastus Q. Scartch. I shall also justify my choice of subject, demonstrating his importance in the development of Western thought in the early twenty-first century, partly because I recognize that some may still dispute his centrality to modern civilization and question my decision to devote the rest of my life to explicating and championing his internet oeuvre. As a matter of fact, as I was sitting down to my computer to commence this essay, an old friend commented on my newfound vocation in a post on a small internet message board, saying, "It's a ridiculous waste of Peterson's life for him to spend so much time on a complete non-entity like Master Scartch. He's squandering scores of hours that he could be spending on Plato, Aristotle, Plotinus, Maimonides, Ibn Sina, and al-Kirmani, instead." But I'm resolute, and time will vindicate me. Long after pathetic poseurs like Plato and the rest are forgotten, the work of Master Philastus Q. Scartch will be a beacon to humankind, as well as to rocks, rodents, and small desert reptiles. Ironically, in fact, my old friend himself doesn't spend much time with Plato and the boys, preferring to concentrate, rather, on study of the operas and symphonies of the later Talmage Bachman.
It strikes me that it would be pedantic and fetishistic to demand that a footnote be appended to the paragraph above, along these lines:
My old friend's name is Diabolos P. Hamblin-Midgley. His comments appeared on The Sinister Skinny-L Mopologist Control Center Board, http://www.liesandslandersforprofit.com ... &f=1&p=666, on 31 June 2005, at 8:53 PM, on a thread entitled "We [Heart] $$$$$."
There would be nothing really wrong with including such a footnote, but nothing much gained, either. It would be unnecessary, and no great loss if omitted. It simply doesn't matter much who made the comment. It's just a little story lead-in to the central topic, which is "Master Philastus Q. Scartch: Titan of the Twenty-First Century."
Mister Scratch wrote:Gee, you sure could have fooled me!
And, manifestly, I did!
The article isn't about you, Master Scartch.
Sorry.
Just as the hypothetical essay "Master Philastus Q. Scartch: Titan of the Twenty-First Century" wouldn't be about Diabolos P. Hamblin-Midgley, let alone about his passion for Canuck Postmoderne #13, Opus 274, by Bachman fils.
I used your rather silly little remark as a segue into a serious discussion of a topic that had nothing to do with you.
Mister Scratch wrote:Now... Am I wrong here, or were you making about about how I (being your convenient straw man) don't have any "knowledge of academic peer reviewing"?
That's scarcely the theme of the essay, nor even of that portion of the essay. You just weren't that important.
Mister Scratch wrote:You are terrified at the thought of FARMS readers being exposed to my criticism of LDS apologetics.
LOL. You seem to be, as the saying goes, a legend in your own mind.
Mister Scratch wrote:D'oh! Don't worry---I'm sure Joseph Smith felt much the same way when he ordered the destruction of the Expositor.
There goes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail. Hippity hoppity, Scartch is on his way!
Mister Scratch wrote:Ah, okay. So you did cite that as a good reason for shirking protocol.
Are you really so completely clueless, or are you just feigning it?
There was nothing in your remark that was particularly important beyond its value as an illustrative lead-in. This isn't rocket science, to coin a phrase.
Mister Scratch wrote:My, my, Prof. P. Just imagine what all the idle watchers must be thinking right now.
Tens of thousands of them, no doubt, are surging into your camp. Most, though, I suspect, are out having fun on a Saturday night. (I've just returned from an evening with friends at a neighbor girl's remarkably lavish wedding reception.)
Mister Scratch wrote:You are desperately thumbing through the pages, looking for every last excuse in the book!
No I'm not. I judged that the passage from you functioned on the level of a little story or anecdote in the article, and I think it's fetishistic, on the whole, to footnote comments made in conversations that serve no evidentiary function in an argument. And, to my mind, message board conversations are essentially that: conversations.
I'm the editor. I didn't think a rather inane and pseudonymous internet jibe really demanded bibliographical apparatus. That was my decision, and I'm still entirely at peace with it. I'm impressed by the fact that it's caused you two years of heartburn, angst, and roiling indignation, but I note that neither my two academic editors nor my two professional publication editors appear to have seen even the slightest problem with it. And yet, as anyone can readily see who carefully inspects Maxwell Institute publications, we plainly go by the book -- Chicago 15.
Mister Scratch wrote:Why not just admit you were wrong? It's okay, you know, to admit when you are wrong.
I guess you're never going to grasp the concept that I won't lie simply to gratify your bizarre cravings,