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Wayne Barrett's piece "Rudy's Secret: His Dad Was a Convict and a Thug" [July 11] was interesting. Not because of his attempt to hang the sins of the father on the sonalways a low blowbut because it is an example of how, in publishing as in politics, timing is everything.
It appears that Barrett's book Rudy! was intended to be an ambush. Its July release should have coincided with the escalation of a heated political contest between Hillary Clinton and Giuliani. What was meant to be a kick in the knees of New York's favorite arch villainthe supreme enemy of minorities, artists, sunshine, and small dogsnow looks like a heartless kick in the groin to an increasingly contrite middle-aged man suffering from cancer.
The brutish behavior of Mayor Giuliani's father, Harold, depicted in the excerpt from Wayne Barrett's bio Rudy! gives credence to the adage that the apple does not fall far from the tree. Just ask anyone who has been bullied by the mayor. I can't wait to read the book.
Dorismonds of Perception
I was the subject of a Voicefeature, "It Ain't Easy Feeling Sorry for Rudy," by Peter Noel [May 23]. Mayor Giuliani derided my disability caused by Parkinson's disease and, through his despicable food-stamp policies, caused my family financial anguish. But after reading the story about his father, I take no solace in the fact that the mayor has suffered yet another personal invasion (although it does seem ironic that his family has been "Dorismoned"). I will never trust Giuliani, but if he and his family are hurting, I hope they come out of it well.
Good job, Mr. Barrett.
Dumping on the Mayor
Wayne Barrett's article was a disgraceful way to attack Mayor Giuliani. Describing the constipation and toileting problems of an older man who probably had a great deal of pride and suffered from health ailments is despicable.
Ridgewood, New Jersey
Great research. Well written. A piece definitely in the Voice tradition. The implication that somehow the son is tainted by the father is erroneous, however. Just thought I'd mention it in case you're patting yourselves on the back.
Thanks for Wayne Barrett's article. There is particular justice in the publicizing of Harold Giuliani's conviction for robbing a milkman and subsequent time in Sing Sing, given Rudy's illegal release of Patrick Dorismond's juvenile record. What fascinating reading.
Granddaughter of a Depression-era milkman
All the Rage
1. The "boycotted" club was one of five Critic's Choices in New Times the week the column ran, as well as the week before and after. During the last 11 months, nine of the acts booked into Scott Sterling's club were the subjects of features. At least a third of his artists received their first press and often their only cover stories from me at BAM magazine. His club has consistently been mentioned in previews and columns. It's a small dive bar in Silverlake that operates two or three nights a week. What did Sterling want? For my section to feature nothing but his bands?
2. Regarding the "favor" I did Sterling: When he first called to insult me, I explained that I'm rarely swayed by bookers; I prefer writers to pitch me. He said Jim DeRogatis had positively reviewed Bardo Pond's album and asked for Jim's phone number. I gave Sterling the numberand he got his preview.
3. Cotts reports that Sterling says I verbally threatened him in an e-mail. And I did. What she didn't report is that Sterling was recently involved in a fistfight himself at his club over a money dispute. That is, his reputation preceded him.
4. I've tried to ignore Sterling, but he continues his campaign against me online and elsewhere. Granted, I should have kept my cool. I'm not proud of my e-mailed comments, but beyond the ageism inherent in Sterling's bogus claims, I simply despise his attitude that because you like a certain type of music, it makes you a superior human being. There are many bands that Sterling refuses to book into his club for whatever reasons. "He was a bit defensive and said I never inquired about playing a show there before, so why should he [book] the band [now]. . . . Other bands tell me he has been rude and nasty in their dealings with him," reads an e-mail I received from a punk band following the piece in the Voice. How is this any different from what Sterling accuses me of doing?
5. Finally, I have to question Cotts's agenda. Wouldn't it have been better to wait to see if I actually did boycott Sterling's club? Actions speak louder than angry words. Whatever. I'm soon heading to the Internet world, where I hopefully will no longer have to deal with idiotic club promoters.
Los Angeles, California