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The idea of an expunged period of youth is interesting but seems to involve different issues from the mass deletion of unflattering reviews on search engines and media sites.
What seems especially hypocritical is Lazic's automatic dismissal of reviews as works of art. Why can't the artistic merits of a review be equal to or greater than those of the concert it covers? What if the performer is my nephew the parlor virtuoso and the reviewer happens to be Mark Twain, Charles Rosen or Virgil Thompson? Why doesn't an evocative, learnéd or witty review deserve to be made as available as the artist it castigates, mocks, demystifies or contextualizes?
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