Among the many treasures of the New York Times obit of Gore Vidal, which I read over breakfast this morning:
Mr. Vidal did not lightly suffer fools — a category that for him comprised a vast swath of humanity, elected officials especially — and he was not a sentimentalist or a romantic. “Love is not my bag,” he said.
The piece nicely balances many of Vidal’s accomplishments with his many faults (“eccentricities” might be a nicer word). Vidal eventually held some bizarre and questionable opinions, especially later in life. I confess to never having read any of his fiction, although I have encountered several of his essays.