... I suppose if you're the sort who "outgrew" pondering the meaning of life, Colin Wilson is a perfect target for your disdain. But it is a bad idea to thoroughly disown one's adolescent enthusiasms - even if they include Colin Wilson. That said, this new book of his does sound rather mean-spirited.
Oops! I forgot the link: Amis: boozer. Tynan: cold. Beckett: rubbish (Thanks to Dave Lull, for jogging my brain.)