March 8, 2006
THE Food section is the highlight of my week, especially when you include recipes from our favorite restaurants in L.A. Thank you for publishing it. KARYN HIRSCH Santa Monica
April 23, 2007
Re: ["Her Self-diagnosis: Too Much Googling," April 16], I can relate to the article. I recently diagnosed myself with stomach cancer -- until it passed as gas. WENDY BECKENDORF Santa Monica
February 4, 1985 |
Between Wednesday and Feb. 12 the Monica and Town & Country will present "A Salute to New French Cinema," consisting of 15 features as yet without U.S. distribution. They're not all masterpieces, of course, but there are some gems among the first dozen. "Viva la Vie" (Monica on Wednesday, T&C on Friday), a Claude Lelouch variant on "Close Encounters" with anti-nuke sentiments, lets down after a mysterious and exciting start.
May 31, 1987 |
"Love Unknown" is droll. I haven't used that word for a long time, if ever. It was put away in case something came along that required it. Storage dried out "droll" and turned it dusty, and now here comes the dried-out and faintly dusty wit of A. N. Wilson's book. "Once upon a time there were three nice young women who lived together at 73 B Oakmoor Road, London N.W. 2," begins the prelude to his comedy of friendship, betrayal and passion as absurdity.
January 4, 2007
"Wooing With Writing: A Story's Quick End," [Dec. 28] is one of the cleverest articles you've had in The Times in a long time. Get rid of Joel Stein and give Stephen Krcmar his space. ERIC COOPER Santa Monica
May 2, 2007
Iloved Regina Schrambling's story about immersion blenders ["Why Did the Hard Roll Run for Its Life?" April 25] and am inspired to obtain one. I was also enchanted by her reference to her persevering Osterizer. Mine was a wedding present in 1958, and it's still working. KIT DREYFUSS Santa Monica
November 11, 2006
Watching the gifted Terrell Owens' on-field escapades over the years, culminating in last week's "nap" in the end zone, I'm reminded of the words of the immortal Notre Dame football coach Frank Leahy: "Egotism is the anesthetic that dulls the pain of stupidity." IRA WIEDER Santa Monica
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September 16, 1998 |
The scorn, the small sympathies, the smutty derision clamor and blare from the many-voiced media choir: Monica, you're a predatory slut. Monica, you're a sacrificial victim. Monica, get a talk show. Monica, get a book advance. Monica, get lost. Through these months of Fornigate, in a house in Newport Beach where the cats enjoy more freedom than their owner, lives a woman who has heard it before, because she heard it said about herself.