Dear Ralph,

I just read the review you printed of my book, Lip Service. I have a pretty tough skin so I don't care when someone doesn't like Lip Service, but it really pisses me off when someone reviews it without reading it.

20 pages of the 288 page book is about phone sex, that's less than 10%.

The rest is a psychologically revealing story about a woman who becomes empowered through dealing with her deamons.

Your reviewer actually has the nerve to invent things --- he or she or you mention that one of the callers talks to my heroine about what she does in the bathroom --- that is absolutely nowhere in the book.

M.J. Rose

Go to review of Lip Service


Somehow I got on the free list for The Fessenden Review several years ago.

You billed it as "The Noisiest Book Review in the Known World."

It certainly was.

Fortunately, it went out of business, and we thought that was the end of it. But, no, now you are doing this RALPH which you call "Child of Fessenden."

You can say that again.

The Romans had a word for it. They called it "puerile."

It means "juvenile," "childish," "silly."

Get my drift?

Ted Mims

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