Ian Jack explained this blog yesterday. On how the gift of articulation and having something original to articulate are two different things. That their intersection is quite often non-existent. And, worse, it’s not possible for someone to have something original after the first few articulations.
Extended to its logical conclusion, nothing should have ever been written if writers were honest to themselves. Since vanity and honesty are competing virtues, the aberrations result in mutations that embarrass even the winning virtue. Amit Varma. 
The losing virtue though, ensures losers lose. And charm.
 — Ian Jack cited Philip Roth as an exception. I like Roth unlike she — but wonder if he qualifies. Though, reading American Pastoral and Everyman hardly makes one a Roth expert through the decades.
 — Which is probably why one prefers the honesty of a poorly written Muniyandi to the anxiety of purple prose.