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...abuse by length comes up, the name of Elizabeth Drew quickly surfaces. In two issues last fall, her coverage of the presidential campaign ran on each time through more than 25 New Yorker pages. Another article, threading its way through the usual glossy ads (as exemplified by the fox jacket for $6,795 at Bloomingdale's, the eight-day chronometer for $17,350 at Tiffany), stretched for 59 interminable New Yorker pages. Drew was allowed to indulge in that slackest kind of writing, the day-by-day journal. Anyone not intensely interested in politics could hardly be expected...
...afternoon in early December, Los Angeles was in the 60s and Ronald Reagan looked like a dream. He was wearing a blue-and-green wool tartan jacket, a purple tie, white shirt, white handkerchief, black pants and black loafers with gold along the tops. Who else could dress that way? He settled back on a couch in a living room so splurged with color that even the black seemed exuberant. A florist must have decorated it. A florist must have decorated his voice. He was talking about job hunting as a kid in his home town of Dixon, Ill., telling...
...children"; and the John Newbery Medal, named after the 18th century printer and bookseller who is the "father" of children's books in English and given "for recognition of the most distinguished contribution to American literature for children." Both awards are worth more than prestige; a dust jacket carrying a Caldecott or Newbery medallion promises a sales increase of more than 100,000 copies...
...AMERICAN PHONY always gives himself away by his colour. There are other hints, of course--Dunhill cigarettes, references to "Bianca" in conversation, upraised sport-jacket collars, to name only a few--but the single guaranteed, dead-to-rights giveaway of pretension and affectation beyond bounds of normal tolerance is the spelling of color with...
Suddenly, the White House console phone with the special red button at Powell's right hand buzzes. "Yes, sir," answers Powell, sitting up at attention. "The boss" wants him. Shrugging into his jacket, patting his pockets to make sure he has cigarettes and matches, Powell hurries off to see probably the only person he has never kept waiting...