See this review from last week’s The New Yorker, “Bad Comma” by Louis Menand. It has a bit of a “Mr. Smarty-Pants” tone to it, but I guess since it’s critiquing a book that ias a bit of a “Ms. Smarty-Pants” tone about commas, it’s fitting enough.
For what it’s worth: I’m really glad I came across this on the web because I had intended to buy the issue of the magazine at the local book store for this article. Given some of my teaching, especially this course, I thought it might come in handy as a reading assignment. But I was too late to the store. Thanks to the web for saving the day, though who knows how long the article will be available for free.