Just a couple of items after reading Stewart Lindh's very strange review of my book of stories, "Wearing Dad's Head" (The Book Review, Nov. 1).
1) Did Lindh confuse me with another writer--say, Nietzsche? In the length and breadth of his review, there is not one single indication, hint or suggestion--not the merest whisper of an intimation--that "Wearing Dad's Head" is a funny book.
This is quite simply astonishing! I am a comic writer--"Wearing Dad's Head" is a very funny book. (Susan Cheever, for example, very graciously called the book "thoroughly hilarious" in a jacket quote.)
2) More particularly, Lindh manufacturers a great how-d'you-do about my book and "dead parents." "Thirty-nine of the stories," he declares at one point, "involve the narrator and his dead mother and father."