To the Reader:

I just finished reading Meltzer’s stunning (in the worst sense) tome “Autumn Rhythm” [September 6]. God, what a waste of precious paper!

So he doesn’t like getting old. He doesn’t like young people, old people, or his chronologically contemporary colleagues. He hates his life, hates his sloth, hates his own writing. Hell, I’m not too sure he even likes his cat!

Richard, enough already! If your life is such an unending parade of bitter disappointment, diminished bodily functions, and bleak peeks into the next phase of your existence, please keep it to yourself. And if you don’t like what your life has become, change it, deal with it, or end it.

Bill A.

Rogers Park