Selma Shenanigans To the Editor: It’s interesting to note that Jason Horowitz’s take on the masterful sucking-up-to-black-voters gala in Selma

Selma Shenanigans

To the Editor:

It’s interesting to note that Jason Horowitz’s take on the masterful sucking-up-to-black-voters gala in Selma by Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama omitted some key parts of their masterful performances [“It’s Obamalot!”, March 12].

In what can only be described as outtakes from an old Amos ’n’ Andy show, Hillary pitifully “y’alled” and drawled to the audience, attempting—as Jon Stewart noted on The Daily Show—to be a black person imitating a white person imitating a black person, while Obama suddenly discovered his Mississippi Delta roots and accent (while presumably leaving his Harvard pedigree at home in the closet somewhere).

About all the two panderers didn’t do was start tap-dancing before they sat down to a dinner of chitlins, collard greens and watermelon.

It was also rather interesting to hear Hillary claim that the civil-rights movement of the 1960’s was responsible for her being there, especially since her 1964 hero, Barry Goldwater, actually voted against the Civil Rights Act of 1964. (Yes, she was a “Goldwater Girl.”)

This is, after all, an election year, and such shenanigans are to be expected. Shenanigans … hmm. Might be of Irish derivation! O.K., so come March 17, we should expect to see Obama in a little green hat and Hillary reciting limericks.

Steven Morris

Scrap the Scatology

To the Editor:

I have been a subscriber to The Observer almost since its inception and never would have dreamed that I would be reading about a man defecating in a toilet stall as part of your Oscar “party coverage” in Los Angeles [“Oscar’s Riff-Raff Litters the Beaches,” Spencer Morgan, March 5]. What kind of (non)judgment is at work here? Why would you publish such a disgusting thing?

Kevin St. C. Chaffee

Washington, D.C.

Clang! Clang!

To the Editor:

I never thought I’d live to see the day when two great cartoonists would pay me such a great honor in connection with my little song, “The Trolley Song” [“Guilty Pleasures of Literary Greats,” Drew Friedman and K. Bidus, The Observatory, Feb. 19]. I have lucked out twice with my songs in cartoons: The New Yorker ran one by George Price about “The Trolley Song”; then, a couple of years ago, they ran one making fun of my “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.”

I was charmed by both—but not nearly as excited as I was when a famous author named Amanda Vaill clipped out Mr. Friedman and Ms. Bidus’ delicious “Guilty Pleasures of Literary Greats” and sent it to me. I have read a lot of the mighty Mencken, so it was quite thrilling to see my lyrics coming out of his mouth, even if only in fantasy.

I have framed the two gems from The New Yorker and put them on my wall, but this one is even more choice.

I was pleased to see another literary favorite of mine, J.D Salinger, next to Mencken; believe it or not, this gentleman, who is famous for never answering his mail, wrote to me to tell me that when he was a child, “The Trolley Song” had been one of his major pleasures. Like an idiot, I lost his letter!

Well, these two cartoonists are certainly one of my major pleasures!

Hugh Martin

Encinitas, Calif.

To the Editor:

I’m an unashamed fan of Faulkner, and was forwarded your recent piece with him watching Car 54. (Terrific likeness, too.) One question that’s floating around: Who are his guests in the background? Are they actual named characters? (And just to be totally anal, I’m given to understand that for years Faulkner didn’t have a TV in his house, and would turn up at friends’ houses just to watch this show!)

Marcus Gray

St. Andrews, U.K.

Drew Friedman responds:

In light of the fact that Faulkner didn’t own a TV, we’ll have to assume that the (anonymous) couple in the background are the folks whose set he was borrowing that evening.


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