"Dr. Donne's verse are like the peace of God; they pass all understanding."
- James I, on John Donne
"Reading him is like wading through glue."
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson, on Ben Jonson
"I remember, the Players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing, (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, would he had blotted a thousand."
- Ben Jonson, on William Shakespeare
"Another damned thick, square book! Always scribble, scribble! Eh! Mr Gibbon?"
- The Duke of Gloucester, to Edward Gibbon
"I am at a loss to understand why people hold Miss Austen's novels at so high a rate, which seem to me vulgar in tone, sterile in artistic invention, imprisoned in their wretched conventions of English society, without genius, with, or knowledge of the world. Never was life so pinched and narrow. The one problem in the mind of the writer is...marriageableness...Suicide is more respectable."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson, on Jane Austen
"Henry James would have been vastly improved as a novelist by a few whiffs from the Chicago stockyards."
- H.L. Mencken, on Henry James
"He spares no resource in telling of his dead inventions...Bare verbs he rarely tolerates. He splits infinitives and fills them with adverbial stuffing. His vast paragraphs sweat and struggle; they could not sweat and elbow and struggle more if God Himself was the processional meaning to which they sought to come."
- H.G. Wells, on Henry James
"Why don't you write books people can read?"
- Nora Joyce, to her husband, James Joyce
"Many accepted authors simply do not exist for me. Their names are engraved on empty graves, their books are dummies, they are complete nonentities insofar as my taste in reading is concerned. Brecht, Faulkner, Camus, many others, mean absolutely nothing to me, and I must fight a suspicion of conspiracy against my brain when I see blandly accepted as "great literature" by critics and fellow authors Lady Chatterley's copulations or the pretentious nonsense of Mr. Pound, that total fake."
- Vladimir Nabokov, on Ezra Pound and great literature
"I don't like him one bit. He was a poseur. He was married to this woman who was very pretty. My husband [H.G. Wells} and I were asked to see them, and my husband roamed around the flat and there were endless photographs of T.S. Eliot and bits of his poetry done in embroidery by pious American ladies, and only one picture of his wife, and that was when she was getting married. Henry pointed it out to me and said, "I don't think I like that man."'
- Rebecca West, on T.S. Eliot
"A Woollcott second edition."
- Franklin Pierce Adams, replying to Alexander Woollcott's boast, "What is so rare as a Woollcott first edition?"
"I don't like Salinger, not at all. That last thing isn't a novel anyway, whatever it is. I don't like it. Not at all. It suffers from this terrible sort of metropolitan sentimentality, and it's so narcissistic. And to me, also, it seemed so false, so calculated. I simply can't stand it."
- Mary McCarthy, on J.D. Salinger
- Excerpts from Fighting Words, ed. James Charlton
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