BOOKS

Ellen Sander is one of those toney oversimplifiers of rock one is continually frustrated to find in magazines like (best example because it’s most middlebrow) Saturday Review or (more chic, still anti-rock) Vogue. She’s not the worst of the lot, and she certainly is not the best, especially now that people like Henry Edwards and Lillian Roxon have begun to introduce some taste into the culture 'zines.