Okay, okay. You don't have to yellcap @ moi, eh?
Thomas Meaney examines the grumpifried contents of Patrick French's authorised biography of the world's alleged "tetchiest" writer, V. S. Naipul. (Hrm . . . I know far tetchier, unfortunately; OTOH, they can no longer scream, yell, spit, nor kick me in the shins; so, I have no compliments nor shall I name any blames, for that splatter matter.)
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