Howard Jacobson is right about so many things
Read notes on gallery walls and you wish you'd never been born. Everything so neat and understood. Every mystery solved. every inconsistency ironed over. The age, the man: these the ideas in the air, those the painter's gifts, now behold them hand in hand. And all in that icy academician prose, mirthless, well schooled and well behaved, rendering precise that which was once tumultuous.
from 'The Twentieth Century? Tosh', in Whatever it is, i don't like it