LETTERS

Diane Berman
Denver

Steve Jackson, I'm a fan. Thank you so much for the in-depth article about Dr. Adam Myers and the HIV/AIDS clinic at DGH. I thought it was a compelling article and very well written. But more important, besides showing the involvement of this one particular physician, it also in an indirect way said some very nice things about DGH which most people overlook--not only about the dedication of the nurses and the paraprofessionals, but also about some of the research that's going on there and the teaching that nobody really knows about. The people who work down there a lot of times go unnoticed, and most of them work for less money than they'd be earning at other places.

Name withheld on request

I just transferred here with my husband from San Diego, and I left a very dear friend back there who's dying of AIDS. I picked up Westword and just finished reading "Buying Time." Steve Jackson did an absolutely magnificent job of giving people a feeling and an understanding of what many, many wonderful people go through.The article touched me deeply, and I look forward to the next part about the change in Dr. Myers.

Name withheld on request

Editor's note: The final installment of Adam Myers's story begins on page 22 of this issue.

Let's Be Frankenstein
Regarding Bill Gallo's "Monster Mishmash," in the November 9 issue:
I remember in the days of my tender youth so long ago sneaking off to a run-down, out-of-the-way theater downtown to experience the forbidden pleasures of Frankenstein. Little did any of us realize at the time the lengths and depths to which filmmakers would go to scare us out of our wits. For many years I eagerly followed their progress, an adrenaline junkie. The Exorcist was a turning point--at least it was for me. Director William Friedkin's vivid descriptions, not just of the movie itself but of the puking and stark terror that continued to come in flashback, made me wonder. Why? Why would I want to put myself through this? Horror wasn't fun anymore. Call me a party poop. I wanted something more out of movies than feeling good or bad.

After seeing one Frankenstein after another, I read the original, Mary Shelley's, and remember wishing, "Why couldn't someone make this a movie?" Branagh asked the same question and did. Children often think the monster is Frankenstein, but as we know, the monster has no name. Victor Frankenstein, his creator, never gave him a name. Mary Shelley (and Branagh) tell a truly frightening story about a monster posing questions about the human spirit that have no easy answers but leave the reader with one clear message: The monster--the deformed creature with amazing powers and weaknesses--is us.

And, as Mr. Gallo points out, in the movie he even sounds like us. Maybe that's not scary enough. It sounded like Mr. Gallo was still looking for his adrenaline fix.

Bruce Anderson
Littleton

X-Ray Vision
Regarding "X Marks the Stupid," by Brad Jones, in the September 28 issue:
The wayward children of our lost generation. How lost are we? Is Generation X really as apathetic as our parents say we are, or are we following in their footsteps only to find out that the winds of change have blown away the tracks left by our predecessors in the sands of time? Foundations that once housed values held sacred by our society, such as family, church, community and education, have eroded. But these are the same "values" that brought us racism, sexism, oppression, environmental destruction, war and the general decline of the American dream for the majority of Americans. Some change is merited, but where do we draw the line, and where is our society headed? Obviously, the same dead asses who led us into this mess are not going to lead us out.

If they had such a monopoly on enlightenment, why are they so afraid to address the problems we face today, and why are there so many issues left over from their time?

Damon Barbour
Denver

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