Edmund de Waal's utter Fraudulence (or Incompetence), as a Ceramicist or as an Artist of any sort, cries unto fucking Heaven

Of course he also writes--about rich Austrian Jews whose private art collections were pillaged during the Great War by the Nazis.  Alas that it should ever have happened, but I am tired of hearing about it. No one, not even Jews, may claim special victimhood by the goddamned Nazis, whose crimes and predations in Czechoslovakia and the Netherlands, against Czech children and innocent Dutch citizens--if you want to know--have occasioned with me particularly the profoundest and most unappeasable sorrow. A friend--now dead these twenty years--once told me that his ideal of Genteel Civilized Refinement was a certain old Jewish lady that he had known in Vienna, of an ancient Jewish family. He evidently had tea with her and found her enchanting. Him I believe.