I read Paul Theroux's book Sir Vidia's Shadow many years ago. It was just one person's account and point of view of course, but it was pretty damning as I recall.

The academic pedagogy of the fine arts is absolutely useless. The teaching that purports to be about technique is actually about aesthetics, and the teaching that purports to be about aesthetics is actually about technique. At the level that Naipaul and this article's author are working at, everything is unique and irreproducible, and standards can only be defined by exception: the only statement that can be made is "this is not good enough", and the struggle to specify "this", and why exactly it is not good enough, never ends. I could wish to have had criticism of this kind, but it is an extremely time-intensive process if it is not be (as it usually is) a series of isolated pinprick insights.

Great essay. Naipaul's greatest talent aside from his incredible writing was how well he could communicate and project self-loathing, although from reading this essay I'm not sure if he realized it.

"....financial precarity (his income through the 1970s averaged £7,600 a year)"

£100000 in today's money in 1970. £35000 in today's money in 1979. Minimum wage today about £23000.

Interesting. I just finished A Way In the World yesterday and there's more than one instance in that novel of an older man giving the narrator's work some harsh criticism; "You have passed a stool" was one remark.