It isn’t that the contemporary hoax provides “a different kind of truth” but that it offers far less. A whole lie would almost be welcome, but hoaxes won’t extend us the courtesy of respecting the truth enough to betray it. Instead, we have become surrounded by the halfway, mealymouthed, politicking habit of bullshit.
“One who is concerned to report or to conceal the facts assumes that there are indeed facts that are in some way both determinate and knowable. His interest in telling the truth or in lying presupposes that there is a difference between getting things wrong and getting them right, and that it is at least occasionally possible to tell the difference.”
“Hack Heaven.” “Ratted Out.” “A Fine Mess.” “Writing on the Wall.” “Probable Claus.” “Spring Breakdown.” “State of Nature.” “The Young and the Feckless.” “After the Fall.” The titles alone of pieces published by faux journalist Stephen Glass provide an unwitting, ironic indictment of their author.