Hilton Kramer was a fighter. When Founding Father, my first biography came out, it was slammed in the daily New York Times by Michiko Kakutani. I was feeling understandably glum, and I happened to run into Hilton, who then had a Times-watch column in the New York Post, at some party. “Don’t worry,” he said, “I have plans for her.” If he approved of you, he had your back.
For those who saw him as a troglodyte, he was an early fan of Diane Arbus, and the early (flower) photos of Robert Mapplethorpe.
A salute to him, and to his bereft flagship, The New Criterion.