Even his name is evocative of a furball being spat out. They don’t call him a hack for nothing.
This arts critic, killer of dreams and mangler of the English language, stalks his prey undercover of darkness. Nobody is safe.
I’m not naming names: here is not the space to settle scores. But I’ve met this writer many times and he’s nasty. It’s not the job of a critic to have a personal agenda, when reviewing work it’s work first and foremost that you are responding to. But it’s obvious when there’s a personal slur, a slight. I’ve witnessed it first-hand.
As for this obnoxious, entitled scribe, he’s at least consistent in his vitriol. He’s never been civil to me, not even once. His writing is good. But when it comes to ethics, he doesn’t know jack.
Hit The North 