Martin Amis
Like father, like son. In some ways at least: the younger Amis is a little less bullheaded British drunk and a little more purposefully incendiary snob — perhaps it’s a function of being a child of such literary privilege. The Guardian called him “the most argued over novelist in the UK,” and no wonder: just picture him in the ’70s, cigarette dangling from his lip, Ian McEwan at his side, brash and haughty and on everyone’s bad side, but lousy with talent.
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