Florence King, longtime National Review contributor and one of my all time favorite writers, has unsheathed her tongue and taking a lashing to Ann Coulter. It’s a joy to behold. I like this paragraph in particular:
At her best, Coulter writes well, but the chief source of her success is that she is a perfect match for the American ideal: smart as a whip but dumb as a post, educated but not learned, sexy but not sensuous, all at the same time. She would not hesitate to choose a sledgehammer over a stiletto because her instincts would pull her back from what the 18th century called “demolishing your enemies without raising your voice.” She would know that if a writer uses a stiletto, a lot of people might not get the point, but they would definitely get the loftiness that accompanies irony and understatement. And so, knowing that being called an elitist spells ruin, she opted for a sledgehammer and raised the roof instead.
King compares her to Dorothy Parker and, unsurprisingly, finds her falling short by a wide margin.