To the editors:

Despite cries of outrage and threats of violence, your drama critics appear to be encouraged to wax eloquent about what they don’t like and why. Your film, dance, and music critics enjoy the same license.

So why are exhibits of painting and sculpture given such gentle consideration? Fred Camper is not a critic as much as a docent–patiently interpreting the artifacts of modern aesthetics for the curious bystander.

Your other critics may be ignorant, vicious, or stupid but at least they can excite interest in the arts they study. But why read Fred Camper? To prepare for a postgraduate MFA?

Chris Miller

Forest Park