Where he lost me was early on when he called Ray Bradbury an "arch-conservative" or something like that and treated Fahrenheit 451 like it was Mein Kampf or something.
Ah, if he remember right he hates/hated Bradbury because it was "too pulp" and "too focused on defending an outdated concept of culture" while
1984 and Orwell was of course masterful and believable.
I dug up his article, and while my own take on Bradbury had always been a bit mixed (loved some of the stories in The October Country and Something Wicked This Way Comes when I was a kid, but didn't like Martian Chronicles; enjoyed an audiobook of Fahrenheit 451 recently, which I had avoided after disliking Martian Chronicles. I found his article quite off-putting, and the political claim seemed implausible to me. So I went out and got The Bradbury Chronicles, which I've just about finished reading. It's an "authorized" biography, so it is something of a hagiography; but I don't need to rely on the author's characterization since the facts--and the characterization of sources the author quotes--are much more compelling.
In sum: the DA Bradbury article is insane. I had not appreciated how acclaimed Bradbury was in his own time, not just by the genre crowd, but by the snobbiest of the snobby -- Harper's, The New Yorker, public intellectuals, academics, etc. He was acclaimed not just as a story writer and novelist, but also for radio and screen plays -- and, again, acclaimed not just by your Harryhausen types but by Hitchcock, Welles, Huston, etc. Each chapter of the book starts with another big name lavishing praise of Bradbury: Wozniak, King, Spielberg, etc. But, again, the point is not that he was a huge inspiration to geeks everywhere; it's that the ultra elite snobs of the world, people who occupy a stratosphere into which DA would never be permitted, no matter what Pegasus he mounted, believed Bradbury to be "a true poet," "a master of plotting," "one of the greatest writers of the 20th century," "the equal of Poe," etc.
(I will address the political point in a moment.)
So, what I would say is: DA's article represents the ugliest kind of tourism, the kind that DA would call "ugly Americanism" no doubt, where, visiting someone else's home, you scream about why you can't find the food you like, sneer at the backwards culture and primitive rituals, gawp and leer at the local women, perhaps remark how the children would be cute if they didn't grow up to be so hideous -- that is his review of Bradbury. There is not even the faintest effort to understand the culture toward which he is directing his contempt.
To be more concrete: DA has basically taken the position that, having found something not to his taste in Bradbury, the explanation is not that something is underdeveloped in his tastes, but that
everyone who loved Bradbury is wrong -- not just the scum-of-the-earth nerds who DA is so desperate to distance himself from, but also the top-flight critics who praised Bradbury to high heaven. Every single one of them was praising as poetry a style that actually just sucked; every single one of them was praising as richly psychological characters who actually were just "manic pixie dreamgirls"; every single one of them was praising as masterfully plotted stories that were really just trite.
I mean, it's possible that some dude with a blog actually knows better than all of those critics. Why not? But it seems to me that, as a dork on a message board myself, the better posture is one of humility: rather than shielding oneself from the pleasure the work might bring with the armor of contempt, perhaps, let your guard down, ask: "Why do these people praise it? Why do they love it?" As when you visit someone else's home, you don't demand that it conform to your taste; the point of the visit is to broaden yourself, not to narrow the foreign land.
Now, as for politics, among the things Bradbury did was be one of the few public dissenters from a vote to ban blacklisted screenwriters from the WGA, pen in the 1950s short stories about racial prejudice, deportation, and McCarthyism -- all viewed as career-ending by various agents. Many of his stories could find publication only in far-left magazines (I believe one in The Nation) even after he had established himself with stories published in Harper's, New Yorker, Mademoiselle, etc. (Fahrenheit 451 could find publication, initially, only in Playboy.) Of course 1950s liberal politics were (along some dimensions) less left-wing than 2020 politics. But the point is that Bradbury espoused left-wing views when doing so carried real risk, rather than as a means of protection (as appears to be the case with DA).
Taken together, I think DA's piece of Bradbury represents one of the worst kinds of mentalities -- the coupling of the egocentric view of art (pushed on people of his and my generation) in which the reader's impulsive reaction is paramount with an iconoclastic view of art in which the destruction of anything that is considered canonical is presumptively good. If you don't immediately enjoy a Renaissance painting, nothing could be nobler than hurling a bucket of excrement at it.
Again, I say all of this having a mixed reaction to Bradbury. It could, of course, be that Bradbury is overrated. But I think it's more likely that I went to The Martian Chronicles wanting Heinlein; the fault is in me, not in Mars.