Mailer was full of himself, wrote far too much gibberish, and was capable of odious behavior. Still, some of his writings were stimulating, even brilliant, his BS often fascinating in a world of bow-tied puds, and, after all, he did just die, his corpse still warm.

Mr. Kimball doesn’t flatter himself with this hatchet job, a fevered exercise exuding inferiority and under achievement issues. Further, Kimball plagiarizes himself and fails to correct tense in an obviously pre-written diatribe. Worse of all, he wears that bow-tie, a cringe worthy accessory that suggests an unfortunate incident while being separated from his mommy’s teat. I suggest switching to a dickie for a little more dignity.

I would be remiss if I didn’t point out to those who haven’t read Mailer that you might refrain from falling over yourself agreeing with the author’s rantings until you have some experience to corroborate his opinion. This will risk your standing in the Lemming Community but just might free you from the fear of finding a leftist under your bed.