From the review of Susan Campo's "Life After Death" by Bret Easton Ellis in your Dec. 2 issue:
"The writing is flat and precise yet vacuous and prone toward purposely unenlightening generalities and overly explicit ennui.
"There's no palatable satire here, just free-floating moronic nihilism."
My question is, since when do you pay people to review their own works?
ED HONECK, ORANGE