Letters to the Editor

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Phil Brown

A Man of Influence

The fine art of criticism: Michael Paglia has hit one out of the park with his "Extra Innings" piece in the July 6 issue. Not that I agree with all of his choices (well...maybe I do), but this one ought to keep them on their toes. And that's what I call art criticism.

Bravo to Michael!

John B. Woodward III

Critical mass: What a treat to read more than three articles on the important Decades of Influence: Colorado 1985 - Present show. Since this exhibit has put Colorado art in an entirely new light, a quintessential review was necessary to cover all the ground.

I enjoyed reading Michael Paglia's revisions, as it were, of the Payton exhibit. I, of course, have my own list, and some disagreements with Michael's, but he came up with a few artists I had forgotten about. However, when all is said and done, curator Cydney Payton's bravura selections stand strong, and she must be especially lauded for doing what no other curator in Colorado has ever done for its son-and-daughter artists.

As Denver matures with new museums and galleries, growing more culturally astute, Michael's articles point to a dire need for more and better art writing and criticism. This, along with a few more "barbaric yawp(s)" from artists, will do more than anything else to enhance the Denver art world.

Dale Chisman

A separate piece: I just wanted to tell you how good I thought Michael Paglia's articles were. He has historically recognized the need for a venue and appreciation for local artists, and I think that his reviews expressed this in a positive way.

One of the best things he did in "Extra Innings" was talk about John Haeseler and Paul Gillis. John's paintings of himself dressed in women's clothing are so poetic and beautiful. They ultimately make one think and feel things about identity and beauty that I believe no other artist, here or nationally, has done. Paul Gillis's paintings are some of the most interesting and beautiful works being done anywhere. I have never understood why he doesn't get more recognition; he paints about mysterious and profound personal and sometimes moral issues, and needs to be noticed.

Anyway, just thought I'd say my piece.

Margaret Neumann

All the Snooze That's Fit to Print

Fed up: I rarely read Jason Sheehan. He's so full of himself -- how does he find room to eat? I mean, who cares about his vapid discourses on his life that always take up 60 percent of his reviews? But I read his review of Snooze ("Pancake Apocalypse," July 6) because the restaurant is across from my office and I've become familiar with it.

What is up with Sheehan's lengthy personal put-down of Jon Schlegel, the owner? This is a young man who has really tried to create a fresh idea with a really unique menu; it really is different from anything else around. I mean, I have my issues with little things here and there, but I have taken a lot of people to Snooze, from kids to clients, and everyone has loved the whole experience.

So why the vitriol? What's the point? It doesn't help your readership find good food; it just is an indulgence of Sheehan's snarky ego. Isn't it about time you replaced him with someone who is concerned about his readers more than himself?

James Martin

Revenge of the zombies: Once again, Jason Sheehan proves that he would be a much better 1970s sci-fi movie critic than a food critic. As his "review" meandered from odd to downright contemptuous, I was left wondering what personal vendetta Sheehan has against Jon Schlegel and his restaurant. I have eaten at Snooze on numerous occasions, and have even wandered in late at night without any zombies hot on my tail, and couldn't disagree more with Sheehan's review -- of the restaurant's food, the Ballpark neighborhood or Schlegel's demeanor.

For only being open three months, Snooze has repeatedly impressed me with its food, service and ingenuity. It's unlike anything in Denver, and I'm sure the regulars (young, old, well-dressed and not) who dine on a weekly basis at the restaurant would agree.

Megan Eatherton

You Snooze, you lose: I completely agree with "Pancake Apocalypse." My first and last time at Snooze was a Sunday brunch where the guy seating conveniently forgot us and sat his friends and people who got there after us! We finally told him something and got sat! Then I ordered a breakfast burrito to take back to my mom, and they shouldn't even say it has green chile -- they should just say it has a splash of tomato sauce. Anyway, my mom was halfway through her burrito when to all our horror, she found a hair! I was so disgusted and pissed that I had spent my hard-earned money to wait an hour and a half for bad service and bad food. I didn't call or complain, but I will never go back there -- so this article did my venting for me.

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