Friendly advice to Martin Morse Wooster (The Mail, 5/11): Martin, please lighten up. Have you forgotten already what William Faulkner said to Jean Stein? “If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the ‘Ode on a Grecian Urn’ is worth any number of old ladies.” And how about Henry Miller, who used to bum money off everyone he could so he could focus on his writing and the life that nourished it?
Maybe David Morrison (“A Quick Trip to the Grocery Store,” 5/4) isn’t in their league, but the same rule applies. And I don’t recall Morrison’s asking anybody to feel sorry for him.