Fencing doesn’t get much face time, even though there’s an allure to it from the outside because of its romantic, swashbuckling image. But actual competitive fencing requires an extremely good eye and a deep understanding of the sport. It happens at lightning speed, and requires a mental focus that few possess.
So a story about fencing in GQ in anticipation of the Olympics is kind of a big deal. Except the writer demonstrates no grasp of fencing, not that he lets his woeful ignorance of the sport influence his arrogance. But far worse is that he found the hook for his fencing story in one of the epees who will represented the United States at the Olympics, Curtis McDowald. Continue reading
