Why I hate Harold Bloom.

(Other than because he's totally out of touch with reality, a huge snob and an all around puke, I mean.  Not that I'm opinionated or anything.)

From the Portland Phoenix:

When Stephen King received a lifetime-achievement award from the National Book Awards in 2003, literary critic Harold Bloom threw a fit. "He is a man who writes what used to be called penny dreadfuls," Bloom ranted. "That they could believe that there is any literary value or any aesthetic accomplishment or signs of an inventive human intelligence is simply a testament to their own idiocy."  It’s a safe bet Bloom didn’t run to his local bookstore and pick up King’s latest, The Colorado Kid . Too bad. A thoughtful tribute to the pulp classics of the 1940s and 50s, it is just the latest installment in an increasingly diverse and interesting body of work, including foreshadowings of high-school shootings and reality TV, written under the pseudonym Richard Bachman. And more recently, King has made forays into non-fiction with essays like "Head Down," about coaching his son’s Little League baseball team, and an unassuming memoir, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft.

Stupid Harold Bloom.  You know he's just jealous.  His quote makes me want to go on a huge Stephen King kick just to spite him.  (Also, it kind of makes me want to kick him in the junk.  But that's just me.)  I would have totally read The Colorado Kid anyway, of course.  But his other new book, Cell, is about cellphones making people go CR-azy!  C'mon!  Support the cool Mainer!  Bad mouth the lame-o Harvard Yale guy!