For V.S. Naipaul, perhaps the most elegant writer of prose in English in the last fifty or so years.
An appraisal: https://www.nytimes.com/2018/08/12/books/vs-naipaul-appraisal.html?hpw&rref=books&action=click&pgtype=Homepage&module=well-region®ion=bottom-well&WT.nav=bottom-well
I particularly like "Guerrillas", which managed to ****-off both lefties and righties by exposing their hypocrisies. I met him through mutual acquaintances in Buenos Aires in the early 1970s. He quite literally had to sneak out of town in the dead of night after publishing a piece in the English language Buenos Aires Herald in which he referred to Evita Peron's "fellatio red lips" as the main source of her appeal.
"...this low-rent Lear raging on his Twitter-heath has proven that the phrase malignant buffoon is not an oxymoron..."