By Keegan Hamilton
By Albert Samaha
By Village Voice staff
By Tessa Stuart
By Albert Samaha
By Steve Weinstein
By Devon Maloney
By Tessa Stuart
Letter of the Week
As usual, this is all very nice rhetoric, but Senator Clinton failed to mention, in her Senate-floor diatribe, a few differences between the British during the Revolutionary War and Islamic thugs: In general the British were interested in preserving their own lives and were not particularly known for glorifying suicide in battle.
In the absence of humor in Iraqi society these days, we can perhaps imagine a group of Islamic thugs sitting around in some hovel reading a translation of Hentoff's columns on this subject and laughing at our naïveté in the face of the brutalities they intend to inflict upon us.
Brush with death
It's about time someone took those "self-satisfied 100th-generation School of Paris painters" on [ "The Undead of Art History," by Jerry Saltz, October 1824]. Maybe we can finally get some relief from their stranglehold on the art world! Keep on hitting those tough targets, Jerry!
Third world in the Bronx
Re Mara Altman's "The Young and the Helpless" [October 2531]: I worked in the South Bronx for more than three years. I am a Canadian, and I was completely stunned by the circumstances that people found themselves in. I kept shaking my head, wondering how this borough could be part of America. It was definitely third-worldfew trained teachers, impossible living conditions with overpriced rents. Through it all, I experienced the tenacity of the residents, their generosity toward one another, and their willingness to learn and to help other people. It is criminal to think that the few remaining support structures can be eliminated. HRA has a long history of disregard for the people it supposedly "serves." Look at HRA officials' salaries and their perks. This should not happen!
Stop telling other countries how to exercise democracy; you aren't fulfilling even the most fundamental needs of your own people. Truly a moral outrage.
Try to keep the faith.
Throwing at our heads
I can't believe the petty, whiny comments Emma Span made regarding the National League Championship Series and St. Louis ["Seven Days in Shea," October 2531]. Fans in St. Louis actually applaud opposing players, while rude, obnoxious New Yorkers boo even the bat boy. Both heavily favored, overpaid New York teams choked big time. As for the "whiteness" of the St. Louis team and fans, what's the percentage of nonwhite fans at Shea? How many African American players? To talk about a "white" Cards team, when half the team is Hispanic and it has an Asian player, is myopic at best.
This is for Ms. Span: Absolutely enjoyable baseball article. It was such a breath of fresh air to read your articles after listening to the talking heads that dominate this city. At the same time, though, your article pained me even more as you summed up the Mets as whole: a very good and very likable team. What could have been! And yes, that Game 3 of the Yankees series was better than sex for me.
These are dangerous times and it is revealing to think that the Foley revelations as well as Rush Limbaugh's attack on Michael J. Fox may provide the deciding swing the Democrats need in a way that the torture bill did not. Great job, Nat.
It's hard ever to take Nat Hentoff seriously. I've read him off and on for years.
His piece on Hillary Clinton was one of his looniest, and I must be a bit tacky and suggest that only in the often deranged mind of Nat Hentoff could Harry Reid be the "Senate majority leader."
By the way, while Hentoff both bores and amuses me, your movie reviews are a "must-read" in my book! Thanks for them.
Upon further review . . .
You've lost another reader. Firing Michael Atkinson and Dennis Lim was shortsighted. I valued Atkinson's reviews in particular for their intelligence, rigorousness, wit, and iconoclasm. Your ad for a film editor cites the necessity of a reader-friendly orientation, but this firing is the antithesis of that. As a resident of Los Angeles I can already read reviews from Scott Foundas or other L.A.-based critics. Now I get them twice. If the thumbs-up crowd wants easier reviews, let them eat Ebert.
Los Angeles, California
Now that's hell
I agree with Tricia Romano ["There's No Winking in Hell," Fly Life, October 1824] that part of the success of Les Freres Corbusier's Hell House is the utter lack of irony shown in a liberal theater company's production of a fundamentalist Christian creationespecially considering the possibility of very real liberal protesters.
Romano and her companions would probably have had a much different take on their experience had the hell house they attended been in St. Ann's Church, rather than St. Ann's Warehouse. For most of us, there seems to be much pleasure in feeling as though as a city we are above things like religious zealotry. The real test for us all would be to experience one of Pastor Roberts's own hell houses. Placed under the weight of the questioning stares of real fundamentalist Christians, not actors, I wonder how many of us would be angered, moved, or perhaps even converted.