NOT ENRAPTURED

As the writer and associate producer of “Divine Rapture,” or “Divine Rupture” as I now call it, I was taken aback by Frank Rose’s dry and humorless two-parter (Dec. 17 and 24).

It is mind-numbing that, after hours of interview time, this journalist would find it in his heart to sum up two decades of a very versatile artistic career to characterize me merely as an unproduced writer. Rather than dwell on irrelevancies like my hair style or ex-husband, why not mention that this very Catholic, once Sicilian and now Irish comedy was written by a Jewish girl from Brooklyn who, because of this screenplay, was hired by Marlon Brando to do a rewrite on a future project?

There were further errors of omission: (1) I was in fact on the location scout with the producers and director; (2) I, too, did not get paid; (3) my contract was breached in so many places that the rights have naturally reverted back to me, except for one small detail: No one seems to know where these rights actually reside. So much for Hollywood.

Like Holden Caulfield, I am appalled by what passes for reason, and like J.D. Salinger, I shall continue to live my quiet, anonymous life gratefully connected to the real world.

GLENDA GANIS

Los Angeles