To the Editor:
While it is true that Alan Wood’s (“I Sell My House,” November) gives every indication of being a “liberated” man, yet it seems to me he missed the whole point of why he “suffered,” and unfortunately makes the experience of living in an inverted diaspora meaningless. I have always thought that only illiterates made a distinction between Jews and human beings and vice versa. Or is Mr. Wood one of those magicians who can tell a Jew just by looking at him, or smell a Jewish suburb by walking through its streets? Or is he just plain sick about his Jewishness?
Los Angeles, California