Letters
The Reviewing Abilities
Of Editor Lolita Lark

 

DEAR SIR

    YOUR REVIEWER LOLITA LARK IS A CRUEL, STUPID, INSENSITIVE BITCH.

    BESIDES, WHAT KIND OF A NAME IS LOLITA LARK, ANYWAY?

HG1932@aol.com
 

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Our editors respond:

Is this a generic complaint, or are you complaining about some specific article or review which has distressed you?

We ask this, because we feel that Lark is one of our most sensitive reviewers.

If we pass your message on to her, she may withdraw to her dark study, drinking only Earl Grey tea, in the late afternoon, mooning away. She thinks of herself as the Virginia Woolf of electronic book reviewing, and like Woolf, she is easily hurt.

We like her writing, and think, above all, that she is a superb editor. We quote here her bio from a forthcoming book of poetry, A Cricket in the Telephone (At Sunset) --- an anthology of poems from The Fessenden Review, and RALPH, which is to be issued next month:

    Lolita Lark was born in the Middle West, one of the members of the Trapp family. She grew up in New England, and travelled extensively as a teen-ager. After a near-death experience in the Northwest at the age of eighteen, she became a Zoroastrian, and later married a Swiss linguist, Hermann Lark. She has translated several works of Schiller, including An die Freude.

This is, as you know, a very witty --- and quite indirect --- reference to a certain novel which contains her name in the title.

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The correspondent responds:

It was the revew of the Genevieve Foster book that your jejeune trivial reviewer Lolita Lark wrote that got me mad.

That girl would not know an analysis if it came up and bit her.

Her "thoughts" about being gay are pretty screwy too.

So there.

          Annoyed Reader.