I have to say, I’m a little underwhelmed by Flavorwire’s list of 30 greatest writer-on-writer insults.
Harold Bloom cutting J.K. Rowling is a bit like a dairy farmer criticizing a donkey for not giving enough milk. Sure, it’s accurate, but it sort of misses the point. And how did Gertrude Stein’s delicious smackdown of Ezra Pound only wind up 25th? Surely there has to be better instances of writer-on-writer insult-slinging out there. Or maybe we just need to start slinging insults ourselves.