To the editor:
As a confirmed Brooklynite, I have picked up your paper pretty
regularly over the years, and have gone through it casually,
with hardly the attention you might expect I give the New York
Times or my New Yorker except to notice your evident growth –
more editorial content, color, etc. – and to become somewhat
aware you had a writer named Paulanne Simmons.
Imagine my surprise therefore when for some reason instead of
giving my cursory attention to reviews of local cultural events
I no longer had any desire to attend (I was an avid member of
the pioneer "revival" of The Heights as an early renovator
of a brownstone in which three kids were born) – I found myself
responding to the tone and excellence of the writing of Ms. Simmons
in the Nov. 11 issue with her handling of "Picnic"
["Keep your shirt on"]
and her recounting of the productions, and history, of the new
and old "Woyzeck/Wozzeck" ["Angst
to spare"], even her article on the origin of the teddy
bear ["Teddy’s b’day"].
(The daughter of a close friend of my parents married the Michtons’
son – a heart specialist, but I wander.)
What I really want to say is that this lady can write! Write
well! Write professionally, and captivatingly and I’d like to
go on the record as appreciating her, and recognizing her. If
it gives her any pleasure, I tip my hat (or would if I had one)
to Paulanne Simmons, and request her editors do so (again, I
hope!) also.
