In her review of Dworkin's "Intercourse," Janice Mall says more in one paragraph (the last one) than Dworkin obviously does in her entire book.
Although a male, I am totally repulsed by the boorish state this nation is in. I am confronted with blank stares when I say this, as if to say, "Hey, this is a free country, I'm pursuing happiness! Leave me alone!"
Why doesn't Mall expand her "terrifying analysis" into a book? Call it "The Book of Jolts": There's too much swept under the rug.
JOHN DAVID WILSON
Studio City
