Flannery O’ Connor: Ayn Rand’s Fiction Was Trash
Why do I find author-on-author insults so entertaining?
And why do I find them especially entertaining when the insulted author is Ayn Rand?
So to start your Monday, how about a heaping bowl of love from Flannery O’ Conner to Ayn Rand?
I hope you don’t have friends who recommend Ayn Rand to you. The fiction of Ayn Rand is as low as you can get re fiction. I hope you picked it up off the floor of the subway and threw it in the nearest garbage pail. She makes Mickey Spillane look like Dostoevsky.
No she didn’t. Yes she did.
That one is almost as good as Virginia Woolf’s insult on James Joyce:
“[Ulysses is] the work of a queasy undergraduate scratching his pimples.”
What is about high-brow authors insulting one another? Is it an issue of ego?
For more awesome insults, check out this post I wrote a few years ago.
And to see more about the haterade O’ Connor served up on Ayn Rand, check out Open Culture.
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