Anyone who's had to have their creative work evaluated by pompous, know-nothing, intellectual snobs may suffer from a slight attack of PTSD reading Steven G. Martin's /ärt/, but will also relate to the savagely hilarious truths he unleashes with malicious glee. A wonderful miniature, the ending is sublime. If only the adults could behave as gracefully as the children.
(Full disclosure: I won my first grade art competition. A boy. A boy won. So put that in your Chablis, Mrs. Crull and Mrs. Notting.)
Anyone who's had to have their creative work evaluated by pompous, know-nothing, intellectual snobs may suffer from a slight attack of PTSD reading Steven G. Martin's /ärt/, but will also relate to the savagely hilarious truths he unleashes with malicious glee. A wonderful miniature, the ending is sublime. If only the adults could behave as gracefully as the children.
(Full disclosure: I won my first grade art competition. A boy. A boy won. So put that in your Chablis, Mrs. Crull and Mrs. Notting.)