I am fast approaching 50, and each day I say "You lie!" to my mirror. Do you have any idea how cruel and inhuman it is for you to put a picture of Candice Bergen on your cover (PEOPLE, July 28, 1975)? Nobody—but nobody—should be allowed to look so lovely.
Saying Candice Bergen has "a mind like an IBM 360" is a rather left-handed compliment. The IBM 370 series replaced and upgraded the 360 several years ago. But then maybe Mr. Darrach knew that all along...
Candice Bergen may contend that "women need each other." However, for a woman nearly 30 to pit herself against a 17-year-old girl (Susan Ford) for a particular male's attention is not only unsisterly, it is absurd. She should learn what is acceptable conduct on the part of a house guest.
Elizabeth N. Nagle
Candy Bergen's quote, "...I understand that women need each other and have to stand together," is borne out by the omission of her mother's name in the article. Instead, mom is identified as a "beautiful, frustrated mother who might have been..." Shame on your author, Brad Darrach. Why, you even named Charlie McCarthy and Mortimer Snerd—but then, they were male puppets.
Mom is Frances Westerman, a cover girl herself in the 1940s.—ED.
Your article on Liberace was quite entertaining. However, Liberace's bejeweled flight was over the acrylic cover of a Baldwin Concert Grand, not a see-through Steinway.
The piano was specially built by Baldwin for Liberace for $50,000 and is the only one like it in the world.
Seymour N. Heller
The Littells left "abrasive" New York City for the "congenial atmosphere" of the French Riviera. Yet Mrs. Littell claims, "The French don't accept you." Could it have anything to do with her husband's standing on the side of the road with a gun in his hand?
Littell is holding a toy gun he had just taken away from his children.—ED.
Bob and Deanna Littell get my vote for the worst-parents-of-the-year award. Why do people like that have children if it's too "boring" to care for them? How sad it is that the children have to settle for "motherlike" affection.
Mary A. Buckley
I don't really care what the Bob Littells of the world think of nonworking women, but I do take exception to the statement that women without "jobs" are bores. Actually, bores are to be found everywhere—some operate out of their homes, some write books and some even design dresses.
It's the first article I've read in a long time that wasn't all insults and criticism of Martha. I am looking forward to reading her autobiography.
I don't understand why Martha Mitchell worked for two weeks without salary if the poor dear lady believes she's so close to poverty. If $1,000 a week isn't enough to live on, maybe she should put herself on a tighter budget like the rest of us.
Carol J. Gervais
Mafia foe Charles Siragusa
I've regarded Charles Siragusa with a wary eye for years. Your article has confirmed my view. Southern Italians, oppressed by "law enforcers" for centuries, have little use for any of their own people who take up that line of work. The Italian community, one of the prime targets of bigotry in this country, works hard at trying to overcome the gangster image it has wrongfully been shackled to, only to have countrymen like Siragusa state that all the "mob" is Italian and then make the outrageous statement that no other group can match the Italians for brutality! That sounds suspiciously like someone selling out to win a pat on the head and be known as a "good" Sicilian.
As a former student of Vic Braden's in the early '60s, I was glad to see him finally get some recognition for his work. Not only has he developed many fine players, but, more importantly, he has produced many more fans of the sport. Tennis will someday be the nation's number 1 participation sport and it will be the Vic Bradens, not the Jimmy Connors, who put it there.
I'd like to pose a three-word question pertaining to your anecdote on Charlton Heston's peanut butter addiction: do we care? What newsworthy treasures lie in store for us next week: Streisand's toenail polish? You PEOPLE are dabbling in the stuff lower literary life forms thrive on. Assert yourselves, ax your trivia department.