“Norman Podhoretz’s memoir Making It was almost universally disliked when it came out in 1967.”
This is my kinda guy.
“It struck a chord of hostility in the mid-twentieth-century literary world that was out of all proportion to the literary sins it may or may not have committed.”
We have something in common. Everyone hates us. Everyone hates our work. People are jealous, I guess.
“The reviews were not just negative, but mean.”
I am gonna have to learn more about Norman and his memoir. He is still fighting.
Oh, baby. Norman, where have you been all my life?