Photos 35 authors brutally insulting others By Jetss - 16 de December de 2016 Share Facebook Twitter Google+ Pinterest WhatsApp Norman Mailer on Tom Wolfe: “There is something silly about a man who wears a white suit all the time, especially in New York.” (Photo: Archive) Ruth Rendell on Agatha Christie: “To say that Agatha Christie’s characters are cardboard cut-outs is an insult to cardboard cut-outs.” (Photo: Archive) Gustave Flaubert on Honoré de Balzac: “What a man Balzac would have been if he had known how to write.” (Photo: Archive) Charlotte Brontë on Anne Brontë: “’Wildfell Hall’ is hardly desirable to preserve.” (Photo: Archive) Evelyn Waugh on Marcel Proust: “I am reading Proust for the first time. Very poor stuff. I think he was mentally defective.” (Photo: Archive) H.G. Wells on George Bernard Shaw: “An idiot child screaming in a hospital.” (Photo: Archive) Vladimir Nabokov on Fyodor Dostoevsky: “Dostoevsky’s lack of taste, his monotonous dealings with persons suffering with pre-Freudian complexes, the way he has of wallowing in the tragic misadventures of human dignity — all this is difficult to admire.” (Photo: Archive) Truman Capote on Jack Kerouac: “That’s not writing, that’s typing.” (Photo: Archive) John Updike on Tom Wolfe: “It’s entertainment, not literature.” (Photo: Archive) Norman Mailer On J.D. Salinger: “I seem to be alone in finding him no more than the greatest mind ever to stay in prep school.” (Photo: Archive) Henry James on Edgar Allan Poe: “An enthusiasm for Poe is a mark of a decidedly primitive stage of reflection.” (Photo: Archive) Gore Vidal on Truman Capote (again): “He’s a full-fledged housewife from Kansas with all the prejudices.” (Photo: Archive) Virginia Woolf on James Joyce: “I finished Ulysses and think it is a mis-fire. Genius it has, I think; but of the inferior water. The book is diffuse. It is brackish. It is pretentious. It is underbred.” (Photo: Archive) D.H. Lawrence on James Joyce: “My God, what a clumsy olla putrida James Joyce is! Nothing but old fags and cabbage stumps of quotations from the Bible and the rest stewed in the juice of deliberate, journalist dirty-mindedness.” (Photo: Archive) Dylan Thomas on Rudyard Kipling: “Mr. Kipling stands for everything in this cankered world which I would wish were otherwise.” (Photo: Archive) Lord Byron on John Keats: “No more Keats, I entreat: flay him alive; if some of you don’t I must skin him myself: there is no bearing the drivelling idiotism of the Mankin.” (Photo: Archive) Toby Young on JK Rowling: “[The Harry Potter] books are a bland amalgam of more interesting work by more imaginative authors. The plots are feeble and episodic. And what little interest the characters and stories contain has long ago been eradicated by endless repetition.” (Photo: Archive) Mark Twain on James Fenimore Cooper: “There are a lot of daring people in the world who claimed that Cooper could write English, but they’re all dead now.” (Photo: Archive) Gertrude Stein on Ezra Pound: “A village explainer. Excellent if you were a village, but if you were not, not.” (Photo: Archive) Noel Coward on Oscar Wilde: “Am reading more of Oscar Wilde. What a tiresome, affected sod.” (Photo: Archive) Bret Easton Ellis on David Foster Wallace: “Saint David Foster Wallace: a generation trying to read him feels smart about themselves which is part of the whole bullshit package.” (Photo: Archive) Gore Vidal on Truman Capote: “Capote I truly loathed. The way you might loathe an animal. A filthy animal that has found its way into the house.” (Photo: Archive) D.H. Lawrence on Herman Melville: “Nobody can be more clownish, more clumsy and sententiously in bad taste than Herman Melville.” (Photo: Archive) Martin Amis on Anthony Burgess: “He went home, did the kitchen, spring-cleaned the flat, wrote two book reviews, a flute concerto and a film treatment, knocked off his gardening column for Pravda, phoned in his surfing page to the Sydney Morning Herald, and then test-drove a kidney dialysis machine for El Pais before settling down to some serious work.” (Photo: Archive) John Irving on Tom Wolfe: “It’s like reading a bad newspaper or a bad piece in a magazine.” (Photo: Archive) Norman Mailer on Jack Kerouac: “Kerouac lacks discipline, intelligence, honesty and a sense of the novel. His rhythms are erratic, his sense of character is nil, and he is as pretentious as a rich whore, sentimental as a lollypop.” (Photo: Archive) Virginia Woolf on Henry James: “I am reading Henry James… and feel myself as one entombed in a block of smooth amber.” (Photo: Archive) William Faulkner on Mark Twain: “A hack writer who would not have been considered fourth rate in Europe.” (Photo: Archive) Virginia Woolf on Aldous Huxley: “All raw, uncooked, protesting.” (Photo: Archive) William Faulkner on Ernest Hemingway: “He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.” (Photo: Archive) Mary McCarthy on Lillian Hellman: “Every word she writes is a lie, including ‘and’ and ‘the.’” (Photo: Archive) Stephen King on JK Rowling and Stephanie Meyer: “The difference is that Jo Rowling is a terrific writer and Stephanie Meyer can’t write worth a darn. She’s not very good.” (Photo: Archive) Tom Wolfe on Norman Mailer and John Updike: “[They’re] two old piles of bones.” (Photo: Archive) Stephen King on James Patterson: “A terrible writer but he’s very successful.” (Photo: Archive) Joseph Conrad on D.H. Lawrence: “Filth. Nothing but obscenities.” (Photo: Archive) We all know artists are temperamental, right? But, man…these burns are outrageous! Check out these great author insults.