In POPism (1980), Warhol formulated a perfectly Warholian endorsement of Mailer's Mailerness in recounting a run-in that British scenester Mark Lancaster had one cocktail hour in Provincetown:

One Monday afternoon at the Factory, he told me that Mailer had walked over to him at a party over the weekend and punched him in the gut.

I was impressed. "Norman Mailer actually punched you?" I said. "How great. … Why?"

"That's what I asked him. He said it was for wearing a pink jacket."

Norman Mailer was one of the few intellectuals that I really enjoyed.