Some distrust kvetching in print, but writers from Shakespeare to Valerie Solanas show there’s nothing wrong with constructive – and even destructive – criticism
I probably started griping as soon as I could talk. I know I was a good sulker, and sulking usually solidifies into gripes. Many readers are oddly wary of rants in novels, but I’m all in favour of a good, free-wheeling tirade. What’s wrong with offering a little constructive criticism – or even destructive criticism, as long as it’s funny? You think the world needs no improvement?
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