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...point of the exercise is to stimulate book sales. It's a combination of desperation and creativity," says Susan Moldow, King's editor and the publisher of Scribner. "I'm not the first person to observe that books are in a little bit of a crisis. And we want to be able to provide our content in whatever platform people are going to turn to." Moldow, who is giddy about a potential new way to plug her authors' books ("If you're a publisher and you don't have a little P.T. Barnum in you, you don't belong...
...points behind China, and Americans Shawn Johnson (the only member of the team to draw a chant of "U-S-A, U-S-A" with her balance beam routine) and Nastia Liukin sit in first and second place in the individual all-around competition - but getting there was a bit of a tumble...
...dinner guests from China's business and government establishments, led by 70 year old Wu Yi, China's "Iron Lady", were a bit younger, but not by much. They may run the country's huge state owned companies and the government that minds them, but in a China dominated by the Communist Party, leadership is chosen, and replaced, by generation. The diners at the Jianfu Palace were smart, and like Madame Wu, as tough as can be, but they are conservative, and they do things by the book. Dinner was served by scores of waitresses clad in qipao. The guests...
...lead going into the conventions. The fall campaign was very close--until, finally, the two candidates debated a week before the election, and the celebrity cleaned the President's clock. "Are you better off than you were four years ago?" Reagan asked in his closing statement. He seemed every bit as substantial as Carter and much less of a sourpuss. The race blew open after that, and Reagan won a convincing victory...
...Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn at his home in Vermont in 1993, through his eldest son, with whom I went to college. It was snowing hard, and he came in from the small separate house he used as his study to join the family for dinner. He looked a bit gruff, but his eyes were kind. He asked me what my major was, and I told him it was literature. "What kind?" he asked. "English," I said. He said, "There are other kinds of literature, you know...