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CONFLICT, by Robert Leckie (448 pp.; Putnam; $6.95). In this first full-scale history of the Korean war, former Marine Robert Leckie dramatically reconstructs the bloody, bitter battles of a frustrating war. He brings alive the shock of the North Korean invasion, the "bugouts" of terrified G.I.s, the blare of Chinese bugles in the night, the quiet heroism of soldiers and marines dying on nameless hillsides in an alien land. Like many another marine. Leckie has a low opinion of General Douglas MacArthur, whom he charges with making a fatal mistake in splitting his forces for the dash...
Urban man lives with a hum always in his ears. During his working hours, he is subjected to the distant noise of traffic, the whistle of the air conditioner, the hum of the fluorescent lighting. At home, the washing machine and the dishwasher rumble, radios blare...
...Frigidaire and the bidet." They welcome the Algerian rebellion, and. under Colonel Raspèguy. take over the misfits and mutineers of the 10th Paratroop Regiment, determined to turn them into "Communists" who are antiCommunist. For two months, the regiment is molded by forced marches and the blare of loudspeakers that ceaselessly extol "us" and denounce "them," i.e.. anyone who is not a paratrooper...
Technique of Tension. Amid all this, Peking's press and radio blare night and day that China is ringed by imperialist bases, infested with reactionary spies, and subject to all sorts of dastardly plots. Some governments might fear the effect of piling tension on tension, of driving to despair the most docile population. But Mao Tse-tung believes in tension as a normal state. The Chinese masses, he once explained, ''are first poor and secondly 'blank.' That may seem a bad thing, but it is really a good thing. A blank sheet of paper...
Cheerleaders cartwheel giddily across the grass and trumpets blare the notes of familiar fight songs. Undergrads guzzle brandy, nuzzle girl friends, nibble fingernails and lustily sing the praises of alma mater. Such are the sights and sounds of college football for most fans-but not for the pro scout. Cold-eyed and calm in the midst of it all, he perches in some remote corner of the stadium, clutching his notebook and pencil. His sound is the smack of leather meeting leather, and his sight is the glimpse of a crumpling block, a tooth-rattling tackle, or a precisely executed...