A couple of weeks ago, readers of the Book Review were treated to a front-page, four-page-long review of the ravings of some caca-brained psycho, complete with Scary Ink Blot illustration. The next week the front page was All About Baseball books, starring a big, full-color picture of a baseball diamond, suitable for framing.
It is fascinating to speculate about what The Times' new idiot format has in store for Book Review readers--"5 Really Important New Books on Madonna With Lotsa Pitchers"?
Please, Book Review staff, some of us out here actually like to read! We see you as our last refuge in a newspaper which, for the sake of making a buck, seems bent on returning Los Angeles to its former status as a literary and cultural joke.
The Book Review doesn't have to be grim, but could you please make it less of an embarrassment?
LEONORA HOLDER de AVILA, LONG BEACH