Florence King is not Dorothy Parker, but this offers her the advantage of still being alive and snarking. I’ve always gotten at least one chuckle out of everything I’ve ever read of hers, and she kept the streak alive this morning. The ONT at Ace’s alerted me to King’s review of Vagina: A New Biography by Naomi Wolf, one of the more wearying personages of the last few decades.
Wolf trots out the usual suspects in her writing, which led King to today’s QotD:
Seeing the name “Anaïs Nin” on a page is like seeing a funnel cloud in Kansas: You know what’s coming.
Take that post-colonic clause as you will.