To Hell with Picasso, and Other Essays

Paul Johnson has one of the most delightful and witty writing styles of anyone moshing about in the pitifully small pond which constitutes the modern pool of English belles-lettres. I agree that his essays are not marvels of insightful erudition ala Hazlitt, but, heck, they certainly are much more entertaining than almost all of the other "tosh" that is drifting about. He's certainly a fuddy-duddy, along with Winston Churchill, Edmund Burke, G. K. Chesteron, Ezra Pound, Hilaire Belloc, and a bunch of other cranky pen-peddlers. So what? Oh, if only we had more such alive today who could actually write in a memorable manner.