Letters to the Editor
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oh, dear me
Yet again I've spent more than five minutes of my life in that addictive activity of perusing the strange, strange reader responses to a light, frivolous Salon piece. It was a somewhat thin attempt at a corrective to cutesy, warm-hearted Father's Day pieces. A satire, if you will. Why do people assume he is even representing the truth? Do you really think the author, who has written bunches of interesting-sounding books and has a good position at a university, regularly sneers at his children and forgets their doctors appointments because he suggested so in a publication? Do you think everything you read should be taken at face value, and that the only way to read this piece is that it represents a personal truth or confession without meaning anything larger? Did you at least glance at his website, which indicates in the title of his most recent book that he went with his four sons to Europe and wrote a book about it?