Oh, "insensitive me?" -- guess I missed that because I focused on the idiocy of contemporary values criticism of researched HF writing instead of the rest that seems to upset some here.
Did you actually read the article you linked to? Behind his ranting about history is a much larger rant about contemporary life in Britain and the UK, and the U.S.
Fraser said:
We could say what we liked; they can't. We were not subject to the aggressive pressure of special interest minority groups; they are. We had no worries about race or sexual orientation; they have. We could, and did, differ from fashionable opinion with impunity, and would have laughed PC to scorn, had our society been weak and stupid enough to let it exist.
In his nostalgic recreation of a recent past, Fraser conveniently forgets that if you weren't white, male, heterosexual, and Protestant, life kinda sucked.
Because he was a white, male, heterosexual, it was a fine and dandy time for him.
And again, PC doesn't mean what he thinks it means. PC means referring to units of deadly radiation as "sunshine units." PC means calling someone who is blind "visually challenged." Objecting to someone casually using fag to refer to an employee on a set isn't being PC. It's being courteous.
Fraser's reference to his book in 2002 is about his
The Light's on at Signpost, the piece itself is cobbled together from that. It's a memoir of Fraser's time in Hollywood, interspersed with semi-incoherent ramblings and rants.
The things he doesn't like are that women work as writers and producers in Hollywood, that people can be sued for casting-couch hiring attempts, that queers are allowed to work and even run studios, and that "aliens" are everywhere in Southern California. (Apparently Austrian aliens are ok; it's the non-white ones that are objectionable.)
He was a decent historical novelist. But he was also entitled, sexist, and a bigot who thought separate but equal worked perfectly well.