I can read the later Joyce and Mrs. Woolf in small passages, for the
details are often entertaining, even though their function may be
trivial. But I simply cannot read the neat but simple Mr. Hemingway, nor
the inarticulate (though doubtless profound) Mr. Faulkner, and I can see
no reason why I should be asked to try. I am a student of literature,
not an anthropologist, and I have better ways of spending the few years
remaining to me.
-- Yvor Winters,
from the essay "Problems For The Modern Critic Of Literature" (1956)
in The Function Of Criticism.