Naipaul Is Slipping

It is always sad to see how a writer who has lost his creative powers is trying to revive interest towards himself through unintelligent and outrageous statements. V.S. Naipaul, a brilliant writer who is, sadly, long past his artistic prime, is attempting to attract people’s attention by making nasty statements about female writers:

This time around, his target is the woman writer, a species whose work and “narrow” concerns, he says, is “unequal to me.” During an interview at the Royal Geographic Society earlier this week, he singled out Jane Austen for a Naipaulian drubbing, claiming that he “couldn’t possibly share her sentimental ambitions, her sentimental sense of the world.” He can read a paragraph of text and “know whether it is by a woman or not,” since “inevitably for a woman, she is not a complete master of a house, so that comes over in her writing too.”

It makes me cringe in vicarious shame to see a talented author make such a fool of himself.

Thank you, KT, for sending me the link to this article.

7 thoughts on “Naipaul Is Slipping

  1. This reminds me of the people who for some reason, upon reading my work (without the name attached), believe I am a guy. Apparently (so it has been explained to me), I understand some sort of mindset that is absent in women, though I think it’s more along the lines of “you write more male characters than females, so you must be a guy”.

    Or maybe they, like Naipaul, believe that women are inferior writers, and couldn’t believe that a woman could successfully write to their tastes. There’s probably a scripted response I should form in response to test which reason is more prevalent.

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    1. I don’t know if you are a science-fiction fan (and if you are, and you know this, I don’t think Clarissa knows so I will say it anyway), but there was a science-fiction author who wrote a lot of really wonderful, award-winning short stories, called James Tiptree, Jr. This writer was really a woman, Alice Sheldon, writing under a pseudonym, and before that fact became widely known, male critics/reviewers/other writers/whatever would often assume she had to be male, not just because of the masculine name but also because she “wrote like a man.” Whatever that means.

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      1. I didn’t know of that specific example, but there are lots of others. Female writers under male-sounding pseudonyms often never faced any inquiry as to whether they were, in fact, male or female.

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  2. During an interview … he singled out Jane Austen for a Naipaulian drubbing, claiming that he “couldn’t possibly share her sentimental ambitions, her sentimental sense of the world.”

    I mentioned this on another website, but if he thinks that Jane Austen is sentimental, and her books just about romance (which is what I take the “sentimental ambition” to be — the ambition to marry a handsome young aristocrat or gentleman farmer and live happily ever after), he has misread her. Her books, underneath their droll prose style and social-event-heavy plots, are about women trying to ensure their economic survival through marriage.

    (Also: which of Naipaul’s books do you think are the best? I remember reading about him when he won the Nobel Prize, and thinking I should pick up one of his books — I did get one, though I don’t remember which it was, and couldn’t really get into it. But I’d like to try again at some point, since he’s got such a towering reputation.)

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  3. I’ve never had much respect for Naipul after reading his essay on Eva Peron. I’m anything but a Peron sympathizer, but to call him a “dictator” is grossly inaccurate. His grasp of Argentina’s history and politics there is superficial at best.

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