JOURNALISM WENT WRONG when it hitched itself to objectivity. I am neither attracted to nor engaged by objective writing. An instruction manual is objective. A parking ticket is objective. A transcript is objective. As a reader, I want subjectivity. I want the encounter between the subject and an interesting literary mind. If it is reporting, if it is journalism, I want the writer to be neutral, disinterested, free of any concealed agenda. But not objective.

I found this yesterday, from Anaïs Nin:

This personal relationship to all things, which is condemned as subjective, limiting, I found to be the core of individuality, personality, and originality. The idea that subjectivity is an impasse is as false as the idea that objectivity leads to a larger form of life.