How do you come to the end of something when you never found the beginning? There really is no point to this piece. Which is not to say that "fellow young Jew-writer brethren" can't look to Niedzviecki for the appropriate glasses to wear or the best places to hobnob with published authors. But for lack of a better analogy...him writing about edge is just as informative as the book Lenny Bruce never wrote on the travails of conformity.