From the New Yorker, issue of 5 October 1957:
Reviewing “Voss” by Patrick White: “Mr White is a very conscious stylist, with, for the most part, unfortunate results.” Later: “... a rather disagreeable mixture of symbol and human pettiness.” Aspiring writers take note: this must be how you win the Nobel Prize.
Reviewing “On The Road” by Jack Kerouac: “Mr Kerouac writes as if he had just invented American slang.” Actually, it’s hard to tell, from this distance, if that is a compliment or a put-down.
