When Dolly Parton (PEOPLE, Aug. 2) first appeared on the scene, I thought there was nothing about this woman that could ever make me a fan of hers. But over the years she has brushed aside all the crude jokes and vulgar remarks and continued to reach for her goals. Her determination has endeared her to many, many people.
Coos Bay, Oreg.
After reading your article and enduring the unspeakable agony of sitting through the movie The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas, I lost whatever shred of respect I had left for either Burt or Dolly. On Broadway, Miss Mona had a sweetness and warmth—not so the twitching, lurching rendition of the pneumatic Miss Parton. The sheriff, a hilariously cantankerous, 60ish codger, is one of the most brilliant turns in the history of musical comedy. Watching Mr. Reynolds strut and wiggle his way through the part, clad in towels and tight suits and flaunting his hairy chest, pained me more than I can say. I left the theater in disgust.
Mark E. Richards
I only wish that Miss Parton had told us all the secret of a long, happy marriage a while back. Then we could have sent our wives on the road and lived happily ever after.
Dr. Amal Shamma
After reading your article about medical malpractice (PEOPLE, July 26), I felt a great deal of anger and mistrust toward doctors. My anger subsided as I read with respect about Dr. Amal Shamma's courage and dedication to her patients in Beirut.
I'd like to tell Bruce Feirstein, the author of Real Men Don't Eat Quiche, what a real man is. It is someone who is sufficiently confident of his own masculinity that he does not need to define that of others to reassure himself.
I loved the article on Feirstein and his book, but you left out one thing that drives me crazy—guys with purses. Clint Eastwood would never be seen with one, nor would Wayne or Bronson. An immediate turnoff.
If Bruce Feirstein was a real man, he would know that a $4 bottle of Ripple doesn't have a cork.
Donna F. Dean
When I read the excerpt from Feirstein's book I was livid! But after I read the entire article I was convulsed and loved it. At a time when the ERA is viewed by some Americans with as much horror as the IRA is viewed in England, we need a little lightening up.
Michael and Carolyn Deaver
As a public school teacher, I'd like to know why Mike and Carolyn Deaver, who are having a "tough time" financially, are sending their daughter to a private school. Have the deep and debilitating cuts that his boss has made in education forced Deaver to conclude that private school is a necessity?
San Ramon, Calif.
It seems to me that life as a public official's wife is a thankless task. Carolyn Deaver has certainly managed to maintain her perspective, an intelligent sense of humor and keen powers of observation.
Deborah A. Cornwell
The article on presidential aide Michael Deaver just broke my heart. Imagine not being able to make it on a salary of $60,662 a year. Ask Mr. Deaver if he'd like to try to survive on unemployment compensation while pounding the streets day after day to find a job! I have no sympathy for this man and his family. If he can't make ends meet, he should try to cut corners like the rest of us have learned to do. No more sob stories, Mr. Deaver, you've got it better than most of us.
Finally a major national publication has done a substantial, informative article about Monty Python. Writer Lewis Grossberger is clearly a humorous and unpretentious journalist, and he made an important point that is sometimes overlooked. The Pythons are not a collection of fools who throw together meandering nonsense; they use wit and imagination to make social comment and express their marked distaste for mainstream propriety.
Ellen M. Young
People Picks & Pans
Your review of Blade Runner was unfair to both the director and the actors. Harrison Ford gave his character depth and intelligence, two qualities your reviewer missed. Blade Runner will no doubt end up as a cult movie. Its one error was to present too much for the average viewer. I'm not the only one in this town who saw the movie six times and noticed new things each time. It was rich in detail and excitement and long on drama and message.
Since others have depreciated the character of Erik Estrada, I would like to throw in my two cents. As the bartender in a top Hollywood restaurant, I have encountered Mr. Estrada many times. At a party for underprivileged children last Christmas Eve, Erik and Beverly Sassoon brought gifts, signed autographs and posed for pictures with the kids, generating a joy I have rarely seen. There was no media coverage, which was the way they wanted it. Mr. Estrada always makes a sincere effort to thank the kitchen, shake the bartenders' hands and show consideration for everyone with whom he comes in contact. Say what you want, but—since his days as a shoeshine boy in New York—Erik hasn't forgotten the working folks.
Kevin J. Dwyer