And ditto what everyone else said. Where ya been, boy?

It would seem; but it would not be the case.

Like some kind of karmic law, the high and noble purpose of the “Help” anthology is inversely mirrored by the lowest possible production standards, resulting in a book printed so badly that even Publish America would blush in shame.

Enck owes you a personal apology, Mr. Parish, an apology of the deepest and most profound nature. If you were to demand his head in a basket you would not be beyond your rights. As a reader, I am disgusted at how carelessly Enck has treated people’s art; as a writer, I don’t think homicidal is quite a strong enough word to describe what I feel on behalf of the contributers.

For that matter, Ench owes the entire English-reading world an apology.

Sorry to hear that, Gustavo.