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Real Author-on-Author Insults In History
Virginia Woolf on James Joyce:
[Ulysses is] the work of a queasy undergraduate scratching his pimples.
Harold Bloom on J.K. Rowling:
How to read ‘Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone’? Why, very quickly, to begin with, and perhaps also to make an end. Why read it? Presumably, if you cannot be persuaded to read anything better, Rowling will have to do.
H. G. Wells on George Bernard Shaw:
An idiot child screaming in a hospital.
Ralph Waldo Emerson on Jane Austen:
Miss Austen’s novels . . . seem to me vulgar in tone, sterile in artistic invention, imprisoned in the wretched conventions of English society, without genius, wit, or knowledge of the world.
William Faulkner on Ernest Hemingway:
He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.
Ernest Hemingway on William Faulkner:
Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?
W. H. Auden on Robert Browning:
I don’t think Robert Browning was very good in bed. His wife probably didn’t care for him very much. He snored and had fantasies about twelve-year-old girls.
Mark Twain on Jane Austen:
Every time I read ‘Pride and Prejudice,’ I want to dig her up and hit her over the skull with her own shin-bone.
Truman Capote on Jack Kerouac:
That's not writing, it's typing.
◤ The Sun Also Rises ◢
This book can be re-named as “How Much Drinking Can I Fit in One Book?”
Or maybe, “An Ideal Day in the Life of Ernest Hemingway”
Ernest Hemingway’s bedroom
Light floods the Nobel Prize-winning author’s bedroom at his Key West home.
(Source: Apartment Therapy)
The brave dies perhaps two thousand deaths if he’s intelligent. He simply doesn’t mention them.
—Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing.
—Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (via jchuunngg