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Deford is not reckless with historical evidence; he simply detours around it. For example, he mentions U.S. ambassador to Japan Joseph Grew but not that Grew was warning his superiors about danger to Pearl Harbor as early as January 1941. Love and Infamy has a little something for everyone, historians and World War II veterans excepted...
Frank Deford's rakish domestic import, Love and Infamy (Viking; 516 pages; $24), is made in America from mostly Japanese parts. The background is historical (the Empire's plan to attack Pearl Harbor); the plot is driven by fantasy; and the characters, both heroes and villains, are shaped from durable polystereotype. On a Consumer Reports rating chart, the novel would get half a meatball...
Call it a nexus, a linking of best-seller components: war, romance, treachery and the sort of cross-cultural trim that has Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto, mastermind of the Pearl Harbor strike, spouting about American baseball. He hates the Yankees for their brute power and likes the adroit Cardinals because "they play the game more like we do." This used to be called sneaky, though Deford, a veteran sportswriter, scores one for international correctness when Yamamoto notes that Westerners use the term "element of surprise" when referring to their own wily tactics...
Bruxelles and Scuzzi Restaurants. If you're interested in eating dinner using a fork and knife, New Haven does have several up-scale bistros. Some of the nicer places to eat are on the water of New Haven Harbor and are not easily accessible to college students, especially those without cars. Bruxelles, located less than a block from Old Campus and the New Haven Green on College Street, is one classy dinner spot within reach. A well-stocked bar and elegant decor are the highlights of this popular New Haven eatery. Roasting game spins in over an open flame...
...another? If we are to save the Square--nay, the Nation--from the advancing tide of coffee snobbery, we have little choice. We must dress up as Brits, board the next steamer in from Zimbabwe or Colombia and hurl the sacks of the offending gourmet bean into the Boston Harbor...