NYTBR Trying to Create the Next Dorothy Parker?

Reading Liesl Schillinger's brutal putdown of the new Ann Coulter screed was fun, of course, but it makes me wonder if she's become the NYTBR go-to gal for over-the-top attacks. After all, it was just last week that she found Susan Isaacs wanting in comparison to no less a cultural icon than The Facts of Life. It seems, to this reader at least, that there's a marked rise in her sarcasm in comparison to other recent reviews which featured slightly subtler digs and snappy but balanced summation. And while I'm hardly complaining about the pleasant fact that there's more and more of her work appearing in the Review these days, I do rather miss the more restrained--one might even say arch--wit of her previous reviews. As a point of comparison, see what happens when she likes Scott Bradfield's latest: clearly just as snappy as what she's doing at the Times, but without the mean edge of the last two weeks. Maybe it's just a question of the assignments she's been getting?