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...from Barcelona, took the center court at Forest Hills in the U.S. Open tournament and beat the stuffing out of Jimmy Connors, 23, who has a lot of stuffing and some of the best shots in all tennis. Orantes dinked, he dunked and he tossed top-spin lobs just over the head of the hard-charging Connors. He won his final point with a soft passing shot to the coffin corner that caught Connors going the other way. Manuel fell to his knees in ecstasy, gratitude and delight-a posture that would occur to few other tennis players. With Jimmy...
...motion picture industry's Jack Valenti moved to the tennis courts. He perfected something he called "a top-spin backhand," and not even Jaws gave him the thrill he got from beating Presidential Contenders Birch Bayh and Lloyd Bentsen. It may be an indication of political things to come. One of the world's famous lawyers, Edward Bennett Williams, called the unusual calm "a return to abnormality." His view is that the bizarre has become the norm and such letdowns as we are now experiencing will continue to be the unusual...
...seem to be the star machine's favorite propaganda weapons. A few disc jockeys liked what they heard and began playing the record. Eventually people were talking about the girl with the willowy voice, so supple that she would wrap it around a note, bend it, put a spin on it, and then zoom up or down a couple of octaves. Her single Poetry Man hit the top ten on the charts, and now square-shaped, frizz-topped Phoebe Snow has walked off with a Rocky for Best New Female Vocalist given at Don Kirshner's Rock Music...
...simply another bogeyman that people love to fear, like the Red Scare and UFO's of the fifties. Although shark fever certainly has become a cult as some pendent entrepreneurs will swear to by the burgeoning market for shark's tooth pendants and spin-off products like posters, T-shirts and beach towels...
...tells us everything, indeed, but her name. Yet anonymity seems much less a trick than an act of painful discretion by Joyce Eliason. Her book, a first novel, is spare and direct, told in a series of quick sense impressions that spin out of each other like the grooves on a record. She seizes the phantom detail that makes a memory jump to life-the texture of a jacket fabric; a room in the Mormon temple; the last words, wrenching and absurd, spoken to her by her dying father: "I'm so hungry...