Repeat after me: “I wish I’d have said that.” Which is what you indeed will say, without end, when you climb the lofty heights of Withering Slights. Conservatives, curmudgeons, and anyone who thrills to superior writing will delight at this (complete!) collection of National Review's “Bent Pin” column, a 200-proof, rip-roaring, bombs-away exposition of Florence King, the very best, at her very best. Brandishing sharp, crafted, tight prose that dazzles and endures, Miss King’s dead-on, no-punch-pulled take on the American scene and its many cultural peccadillos will elicit gasps and guffaws, head-shakes and table-slams, Heck-Yeahs and Damn-Straights (and maybe even a Darn-Tootin’), and puts her atop the pantheon with Parker, Mencken, and Pegler. Royalty all, yes. But - there is only one King!