Agree that hatred is an awful limitation in a writer, and awful shutter against empathy. Haven't read Martin Amis, but surely Kingsley was an awful misogynist too? I've only read Lucky Jim, but I felt angry reading that (as well as laughing hard).
Actually Tolstoy has just fallen inot my head as someone who raises these issues strongly. He doesn't feel hatred, but he is monumentally judgemental of his famous female character, in a religious/moralistic way that is surely obstructive of empathy. But a key thing here, I think, is that it is himself that he judges, above all others? He is incredibly hard on himself, his desires, and that inhibits his empathy with all of his characters, despite his being so very brilliant.