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...from official sources alone. A torrent of abuse was pouring into Gandar's office from an angry public that seemed to think Verwoerd should get far tougher with the Mail. "Hang down your head in shame! You have done irreparable harm to our wonderful country," wrote one irate reader. Staffers have also received threatening phone calls, and students from Witwatersrand University were picketing the Mail's offices last week with bitter placards: "News, Not Abuse," and "Is it Worth it, Gandar?" But now and then came the kind of reaction that Gandar was proud to print...
...already been achieved. Dozens of libraries are using data-processing machines to record book purchases, to keep track of the books that are lent, and even to grind out overdue notices. But that kind of automation mainly helps the librarian. More significant automation is aimed at helping the reader and researcher discover precisely what information is available. Uncounted millions of dollars are wasted annually by scientists repeating research that someone else has already painstakingly carried out and published. An odd medical fact tucked away in a periodical might save a life if the right doctor only knew that...
Irony is the keynote to this droll, dry novel. In it Author Sheed, book editor and drama critic for Commonweal, continues the dissection of contemporary life that he began in The Hack. The book is overlong, as though Author Sheed feared that the reader would not easily take his point; and only its protagonist comes vividly to life. But in its cool compassion and amused impatience with self-deceit, it is a perceptive guidebook through the wilds of a modern marriage...
...sixteenth, Cain has at last achieved breakthrough. The Magician's Wife is pure trash. The book is so bad, in fact, that it is redeemed by its own absolute sins against credibility, plot, characterization and style. Reading it becomes a suspenseful exercise in disbelief, in which the reader is sustained, as well as stunned, by Cain's inexhaustible capacity for compounding meretriciousness. The end effect is one of near admiration. Who else could have executed such a perfect travesty of Cain...
...moved downtown, found a square job, took up the jazz piano and earned a high school diploma attending classes at night. This autobiography is Brown's testament, not to his redemption but to his misspent youth. Nowhere does he explain what inner strength rescued him from himself; the reader must consult the dust jacket to learn that Brown went on to graduate from Howard University, and will enter law school this fall. Instead. Brown sifts steadfastly and self-consciously through the dung heap of his past. A little discipline of the sort that altered the course of Brown...