Letters for June 5, 2008

Grimm’s immature. The sky is up.
Re “Prince Caspian” (Short takes, May 22):

I stumbled upon the movie critic’s review of Prince Caspian, and I must say, what an embarrassment Bob Grimm is to Newsreview.com. Naturally, few will take any offense at the review, even the producer. The review is an overtly immature rant and will not be taken very seriously. So then will the reviewer himself be taken less seriously from here on out and so too will Newsreview.com be taken less seriously as a result. Free thinking is not at all the same as random thoughts said out loud. That’s referred to as noise.

Alan Hopkins
Stewartstown, Penn.

Thanks for the memories
Re “How the New Deal built Nevada” (Feature story, May 15):

Thanks for Dennis Myers’ vivid, well researched and accurate stumble down “Memory Lane.” Starting school in Fallon about the same time as the New Deal was launched by Roosevelt, I learned, among other things, about the CCC and its men and mission. There were two CCC camps established in Fallon; they were marvelous, productive and congenial crews who blended in comfortably with the locals, performing every task imaginable, some emergency, some routine. If I recall correctly, they laid out the baseball field with some modest bleachers just off North Maine Street and organized very competitive teams. The scope of your article is a great reminder of a brief period of Nevada history, and the availability of more in-depth publications through the University of Nevada Press. I’m inserting a folded-up copy of this article in my copy of Tom Brokaw’s book, The Greatest Generation.

Roger Bissett
via email

And your point?
If you’re not going to slow down to somewhere near the speed limit, if you’re not going to yield the right of way—at all, ever—if you’re going to refuse to use your blinker; get off the phone and drive. At least, for the love of all, please start stopping at the RED lights, especially the left-hand turners. You know who you are. By the way, yellow means caution, not speed up. Duh!

Cecelia Soper

Ear candy
Re “Soul selector” (MusicBeat, May 22):

Just wanted to write in and say a big well-done to DJ Andrew for holding a ‘60s Soul Night in Reno and to Tim Prentiss for the article.

I’ve been here since November 2001 and have been amazed at the lack of soul, disco—there, I’ve said it—and good old fashioned old school boogie. If anyone’s playing it, they don’t care to let anyone know. And I’m not talking about Abba, Blondie or Rod Stewart here. I know I’m not the only one in town who enjoys quality American dance music from anyone from Roy Ayers to Zapp. I’ve been trying to stir interest on my MySpace page to various clubs and promoters in holding a Soul Night Out but to no avail. Like Andrew, I want to share it with people who love the music as much as I do, for people who don’t have to wait until midnight for a club to be open or have a great atmosphere. No fancy mixing, no rapping or toasting, just groovy rhythms and beats, a musical treat for your ears and feet. Until then, I’ll see you down at the Lincoln.

Bri The Funky Pie
via email

Food snob
Re: “Veggie victory” (Foodfinds, May 29)

I don’t think your new food reviewer Sharon Black knows her audience. In her review of Pneumatic Diner, she said that “some items sound more appetizing than others. Consider … the faux-nard, which are meatless meatballs or the slabwich—tofu on a croissant. Need I say more?” Although those items didn’t appeal to her, clearly someone enjoys them, as they’re a regular item on a menu at a restaurant. And others still may have never tried it but are intrigued by the descriptions of the dishes. A presumptive, condescending remark like “Need I say more?” makes her sounds like she’s gossiping with friends rather than reporting news to the masses.

Cameron Bynum

No more fishwrap
Re: “On the fence, over the line” (Ask a Mexican, May 22):

You will probability not understand if I say I shall never again read your News & Review.

I am totally unaccustomed to be smacked in the eyes with the language in the first answer to a question to a Mexican on page 24 in the May 22 edition. I didn’t even read any further—the paper is on its way immediately to the recycle bin. May it be cleansed before being used again!

There is no excuse for such language—by a Mexican, who perhaps doesn’t know any better—one reason, I expect, to not allow immigrants to a position such as this. And where the heck was your editor?

There’s no need to publish an apology. I shan’t be reading it.

Margaret Fish