From today’s New York Times
Complete text of the letter:
To the readers of the New York Times:
Every January, we hope that the New Year will bring us prosperity, good health, happiness and delight, despite a lingering sense of gloom, helped along by hangovers, sleet, freezing subway platforms and other midwinter miseries.
Speaking of miseries, some company by the name of ‘Netflix,’ an alleged entertainment operation, will shortly be offering their adaptation of A Series of Unfortunate Events, which includes such unpleasantries as a notorious villain played by a one Mr. Neil Patrick Harris, three tragically unlucky children, a poisonous snake, store-bought cupcakes, and, yes, murder.
All of this will be “streaming,” a word that has been senselessly hijacked to now mean “appearing somewhat magically on various screens” on Friday, January 13th.
Did you hear that?
Friday the 13th.
That’s asking for more bad luck than deciding to fly out of La Guardia. And don’t fall for their showbiz trickery in getting said alleged ‘celebrity’ Mr. Harris and his other actor friends to lure you into watching.
But, really, why would you choose to view such a thing? After all, it’s 2017. Haven’t we suffered enough with 2016?
Now look away, don’t bother turning the page, and most importantly, don’t watch A Series of Unfortunate Events.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
With all due respect,
Lemony Snicket












