Carl Wilson offered up a reply to Warren Kinsella's broadside against him in a Zoilus posting entitled O Kinsella, where is thy sting?
On his blog, Kinsella lobbed back a few insults, but didn't bother explaining why he sought a lunch date with Wilson to talk music if he thought the guy was such a putz (Wilson repro'd the smoking gun email).
Personally, my rule in these situations is if all you can do is engage in name-calling, you lose.
(If you missed the first go-around, clickez herez).
Here are some other takes, on either the book or the contretemps:
On the fence (thanks to Patrick Byck)