So Barbra Streisand is finally performing live again (PEOPLE Sept. 1). I have seen every movie, bought every album and read every interview. And now, her only concert is invitation only and $2,500 a seat. It’s not fair.
Santa Clara, Calif.
No, but it was a sellout. See story on page 42.—ED.
Streisand recently admitted to a serious lack of imagination when it came to Star Wars, contras, etc. Where, then, did she dredge up the imagination to believe everyone cares about her political views? From all reports, this prickly prima donna needs to control herself before she starts working on the world.
One of the most eagerly anticipated films by movie buffs is the screen adaptation of Paul Theroux’s great novel Mosquito Coast. Add the talents of Peter Weir and Harrison Ford, and you should have a truly remarkable film. You chose to ignore this film. If it doesn’t garner as many Oscar nominations as Witness, I’ll eat my current issue of PEOPLE.
Grace La Mell
New York City
Zsa Zsa Gabor
In 1972 I worked for Zsa Zsa briefly as her secretary, at which point she was 59. Her daughter Francesca confirmed this. That would make her 73 or 74 today, hardly the 56 she listed on the latest marriage license. The fact that some people are willing to accept her shaving off 17 years is really a tribute to some of the most incredible plastic surgery I’ve ever seen. If she would only admit to the truth, it would be a great inspiration to others to use cosmetic surgery to enhance their looks.
Jim Crilley Jr.
New York City
Some years ago a friend of mine went to a soiree at Jolie Gabor’s home. My friend found herself in the kitchen alone with mama. My friend mentioned she had just finished Zsa Zsa’s book. Mrs. Gabor replied while placing more caviar in a large crystal bowl: “You know, dahling, I never knew what an unhappy childhood Zsa Zsa had until I read her book.”
After eight marriages and possible future unions, a fitting epitaph for Zsa Zsa would be “At last I sleep alone.”
I laughed myself silly reading your feature on singles life at the supermarket. Are these people serious? It seems like only yesterday that it was small children playing with fresh fruit, cans of pork and beans and dancing in the aisles. I really roared at the last photo of the guys on the left, the gals on the right and the sign saying: IF YOU DON’T SEE THE CUT OF MEAT YOU DESIRE PLEASE RING BELL. That says it all.
Who, with a sane mind, would put their life on the line to attend a concert where the entertainers don’t even sing but actually talk through a song with a tune playing in the background? A concert is for enjoying good music, not worrying about some junkie stabbing you with his new blade. Let’s give good rock ‘n’ roll music a break. I would not classify Run-D.M.C. as a rock group.
Lisa J. French
Cedar Rapids, Iowa
I just wanted to thank Roger Wolmuth for the beautiful story on Bill Monroe. I have been a fan well over 30 years, since I was 7 and first heard him on the Grand Ole Opry. I once heard Mr. Monroe describe bluegrass music as “music from my heart to yours.” I am sure all his fans understand what that means.
Mountain Grove, Mo.
I am the outraged ex-wife of collector Leonard Andrews, falsely accused of “cleaning out” his rented farmhouse in 1981 (PEOPLE Aug. 25). On my moving day in December 1981, Mr. Andrews was less than a mile away, not out of town on a “business trip.” Furthermore, he was well aware of the fact that I was moving and quite obviously delighted by it. He, in fact, had been left his ample supply of whiskey and half or more of everything I brought except for several antiques which have been in my family and my children’s family for generations, /was “cleaned out” would be a more accurate report.
Newtown Square, Pa.
I was not Leonard Andrews’ first wife, but rather his fourth or sixth and there was one more after me. And I certainly did not clean him out.
Margaret B. Andrews
Vero Beach, Fla.
Without question Woody Herman is our greatest bandleader of all time. He’s given us great bands, year after year, and always has encouraged young composers and musicians: Stan Getz, Zoot Sims, Bill Harris, Ralph Burns, Alan Broadbent; the list is endless. I propose to Congress a Woody Herman stamp and total forgiveness by the IRS. He is the complete musician, and a real gentleman.
I was appalled by the attitude that we should feel sorry for Mr. Herman. He probably made more money in his early career than most of us would dream of in a lifetime. So why should he not be penalized for not filing his tax returns and paying his payroll taxes as the rest of us would be? If we felt sorry for everyone who failed to pay taxes, where would this leave the people who do?
Anita M. Lind