Absolutely the best moment of the dustup when Renata Adler nitpicked Pauline Kael to death (or at least to boredom).
February 5, 1981
To the Editors:
I am writing to protest in the strongest possible terms your decision to publish Renata Adler’s depressing, vengeful, ceaseless tirade against that brilliant critic Pauline Kael. Adler’s criticism in The New Yorker was mediocre, mushy. How dare she lash out at Kael for using masturbatory slang and “we” or “you” for “I”? Can’t the little viper see the beauty, poetry, hilarity, and straight-forwardness in Kael’s critiques? Oops. I’m using “Kaeline” rhetorical questions! What a crime! You’d think I or she killed Kennedy or something!
Oh—while R.A.’s at contradictions,…she berates Kael for demanding punishment and crying guilt of her unfavored movie folk when she herself acts as if Kael knifed Gary Coleman—oops! I used a “violent” and “sadistic” metaphor! Okay, heat up the electric chair! So “line for line, When the Lights Go Down is worthless,” eh? What about the titles of her critiques of Seven Beauties and Carrie? I cracked up just reading them. And how about her punchy opening and closing lines, especially her closing line of her critique of Satyajit Ray’s Distant Thunder?
Adler’s “review” is bathed in bitterness. The final irony is that about half as many people will read “Perils of Pauline” as will read “Master Spy, Master Seducer”—by Pauline Kael.
Please print this!
A loyal P. Kael fan, age 13
Des Planes, Illinois
(And no, I am far too young to have written this, thank you.)
28 April 2022 at 10:20
I wrote it. And the echoes of it damn my soul!
14 December 2022 at 13:19
How come? I like it though I like Adler (at least as a novelist) somewhat better than you might have. (Sorry to comment so quickly!)