>Camus, Albert.
Dislike him. Second-rate, ephemeral, puffed-up. A nonentity, means absolutely nothing to me. Awful.
>Dostoevsky, Fyodor.
Dislike him. A cheap sensationalist, clumsy and vulgar. A prophet, a claptrap journalist and a slapdash comedian. Some of his scenes are extraordinarily amusing. Nobody takes his reactionary journalism seriously.The Double. His best work, though an obvious and shameless imitation of Gogol's "Nose."
The Brothers Karamazov. Dislike it intensely.
Crime and Punishment. Dislike it intensely. Ghastly rigmarole.
>Faulkner, William.
Dislike him. Writer of corncobby chronicles. To consider them masterpieces is an absurd delusion. A nonentity, means absolutely nothing to me.
>Freud, Sigmund.
A figure of fun. Loathe him. Vile deceit. Freudian interpretation of dreams is charlatanic, and satanic, nonsense.
>Hemingway, Ernest.
A writer of books for boys. Certainly better than Conrad. Has at least a voice of his own. Nothing I would care to have written myself. In mentality and emotion, hopelessly juvenile. Loathe his works about bells, balls, and bulls.The Killers. Delightful, highly artistic. Admirable.
>Finnegans Wake.
A formless and dull mass of phony folklore, a cold pudding of a book. Conventional and drab, redeemed from utter insipidity only by infrequent snatches of heavenly intonations. Detest it. A cancerous growth of fancy word-tissue hardly redeems the dreadful joviality of the folklore and the easy, too easy, allegory. Indifferent to it, as to all regional literature written in dialect. A tragic failure and a frightful bore.
>Kazantzakis, Nikos.
Second-rate, ephemeral, puffed-up.
>Lawrence, D. H.
Second-rate, ephemeral, puffed-up. Mediocre. Fakes realism with easy platitudes. Execrable.
>Mann, Thomas.
Dislike him. Second-rate, ephemeral, puffed-up.Death in Venice. Asinine. To consider it a masterpiece is an absurd delusion. Poshlost. Mediocre, but anyway plausible.
>Pound, Ezra.
Definitely second-rate. A total fake. A venerable fraud.
>Sartre, Jean-Paul.
Even more awful than Camus.Nausea. Second-rate. A tense-looking but really very loose type of writing.
>Wilde, Oscar.
Rank moralist and didacticist. A favorite between the ages of 8 and 14. Essentially a writer for very young people. Romantic in the large sense.