"Unfortunately, your review of my book doesn’t offer many reasons for optimism. It is a strange document—avuncular in places, but more generally sneering. I think it fair to say that one could watch an entire season of Downton Abbey on Ritalin and not detect a finer note of condescension than you manage for twenty pages running."And so begins one of the most epic intellectual thrashings you'll ever see.
The gloves are off.
It's time for round 2.
And this time...it's personal.
Coming soon to a theater near you.