It's So Wrong When I

Gertrude Stein Really Thought Of Hemingway As Frail. He Almost Married Stein.

Delillo Never Seems Committed To Me To What He Is Writing. Very Nice Surfaces, But He's Got Nothing Underneath.

It's Funny To Be A Critic.

It's So Wrong When I Pick Up A New Edition Of Huckleberry Finn And I Look At The Last Page And It Doesn't Say, Yours Truly, At The End.

I've Been Writing About James Fenimore Cooper. He Was Not A Writer. Here Was A Man Who Was 30 Years Old And Had Never Put Anything More Than His Signature On Paper.