Dale Peck is “a 36-year-old novelist and critic who has created a furor in the literary world by lobbing grenades in the back pages of The New Republic intended not to disparage, not to bring down a peg, but to destroy his victims – usually established writers whom Peck deems a threat to literature. To puncture the inflated reputations of these (mostly) Living White Males is a matter of the greatest urgency, Peck seems to believe, and he goes about the task with a crusader’s obsessive zeal. At the end of a Peck essay, his subjects – Philip Roth, Julian Barnes, Colson Whitehead – are wounded, their books in ruins, massacred.”