Miaow, Scratch Your Eyes Out

Found this a while ago. Justin Cartwright in the Guardian Review attempts to scratch Norman Mailer.

"Norman Mailer has had an extraordinary life: writing an early bestselling second world war novel, running for mayor of New York, boxing with pros, hobnobbing with celebrities, stabbing his wife, championing a killer who later killed again, writing about Gary Gilmore, invariably involved in some vendetta. In a sense he is the art his work never achieves, for all the huffing and puffing."

I just get the impression of a large lion's paw squashing this conceited little pussy.