I admire Carla Blumenkranz's long essay about Gawker in n+1 for attempting to summarize the website's history and predict its future. Or rather Gawker's lack of a future, as it's clear from the title alone ("Gawker 2002-2007") that the essay is meant as a funeral speech. I like this one more than I liked the New York article on Gawker, which admittedly had different goals. What I chiefly admire is Blumenkranz's ability to keep her knives sheathed for at least two thirds of the essay -- a thoughtful recounting of Gawker's progress from Elizabeth Spiers through Chorie Sicha's first stint to the beginning of Jessica Coen's tenure. You know the knives are there, of course, and they are gonna come out, but it's still an unhurried read almost free of judgment. There's some good meat here, as no one (that I know of) has troubled to really plumb the Gawker archives with this kind of eye. But then the knives are drawn, and the judgment must be rendered, and the focus goes soft, scratchy, and self-righteous.