POOR, POOR, Alex Beam (“Writing is bad for your wealth,” Op-ed April 24)! He’s not yet rich!

Yet, I am guessing he lives in a fine and stately home (probably made of brick) in one of Boston’s leafy semi-suburbs (Brookline, Newton?); drives a good Japanese car (a hybrid?) with less than one thousand miles on the odometer; plays squash regularly at an understated, but not inexpensive, club; and sends his children to excellent liberal arts institutions of higher learning — all for writing funny and incisive columns for the Globe.

Herman Melville never had it so good.

David Updike