Friday, December 20, 2013

A few more insults.

A few weeks ago I wrote a post that contained 42 insults. Last night, reading this quarter's edition of the great magazine "Lapham's Quarterly," I came upon some more insults, this time of writers insulting other writers (and sometimes actors.) Here are a few of them:

Dorothy Parker on Katharine Hepburn: "She ran the whole gamut of emotion from A to B."

Oscar Wilde on Alexander Pope: "There are two ways of disliking poetry, one way is to dislike it, the other is to read Pope."

Mary McCarthy on Lillian Hellman: "Every word she writes is a lie, including and and the.

Margaret Kendal on Sarah Bernhardt: "She's a great actress, from the waist down."

Igor Stravinsky on Benjamin Britten: "Not a composer, a kleptomaniac."

William Faulkner on Henry James: "One of the nicest old ladies I've ever met."

Cyril Connolly on George Orwell: "He could not blow his nose without moralizing on the state of the handkerchief industry."

Dwight MacDonald on Doris Day: "As wholesome as a bowl of cornflakes and at least as sexy."

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