Pathos

This is a new one on me: a hatchet obituary:

But interviewers found that a sense of irony was not one of her strong points, and concluded that her banalities were not written out of a desire to amuse, but merely reflected the fact that she had nothing to say and could not write. The Diary of a Nobody explored a pedestrian mind, but the exploring was by a writer of great intelligence. Misadventures, by contrast, was entirely authentic.

If the unexamined life is not worth living, where does that leave a life both painstakingly examined and fundamentally empty?