HEAL THYSELF

From the review of Susan Campo’s “Life After Death” by Bret Easton Ellis in your Dec. 2 issue:

“The writing is flat and precise yet vacuous and prone toward purposely unenlightening generalities and overly explicit ennui.

“There’s no palatable satire here, just free-floating moronic nihilism.”

My question is, since when do you pay people to review their own works?

ED HONECK, ORANGE