V. S. Naipaul vs. The World, Or Why I Vacuum
(image via Dreamstime) I’m vacuuming mad, thanks to V. S. Naipaul. You know, that kind of mad that impels you to vacuum at 11 pm? Nothing will do but the vigorous thrusting with the handle and the vicious roar of the machine even though you should have been in bed already? That kind of mad. Have been ever since I read The Guardian article about the esteemed author V. S. Naipaul in which aforementioned esteemed author bashes women writers. Oh,…