Books by Bob Dylan are shown on display at a bookstore in Rotterdam, the Netherlands, on Oct. 14. (Lex Van Lieshout/European Pressphoto Agency)

Part charlatan, part brazen opportunist in a land of opportunity, part brilliant verbal gymnast, Bob Dylan is less a spokesman for the baby- boomer generation than he is an exaggerated reflection of their lives. And now he’s got the Nobel Prize [“ Lyrical laureate: Nobel deems Dylan prize-worthy ,” front page, Oct. 14] . Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man , play my song for me.

Jonathan Glazier, Arlington

I have long suspected that The Post is aiming its attention at younger readers, neglecting older ones. It is evident from the replacement of some of the comics that were charming and family-oriented with edgy and basically unfunny ones (“Lio”?).

Complaints about the new crossword puzzles are another case. They are not fun to do, in part because the clues are confusing to anyone older than 50. And don’t get me started on the obituary page. It used to feature wonderful write-ups on people of local interest. Now our friends and neighbors are relegated to an inch or so of newsprint, while “celebrities” get half a page — with more information than I, for one, could possibly care about.

But the coverage of Bob Dylan’s Nobel Prize in literature provided only snippets of his work and why the Nobel committee considered his writing literature.

It may come as a shock to the young people who now write and edit the paper, but there are many of us who are not familiar with the lyrics of “popular” music.

Maryanne Kendall, Reston