One of the great joys of the late Brian Sewell’s style of writing was his almost child-like bluntness. He had a three-year-old’s lack of tact when it came to saying what he thought of things, be it art or food or life in general.
The fact that he combined such unflinching honesty with intelligence, insight and erudite delivery was what made him one of the great critics.
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