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...Harvard's game against Cornell last Saturday night. But the group of people he found outside the IAB that evening knew all about him, ever since Robert Plutnicki, a sophomore at Marlborough High and a don't-even-try-and-figure-out-the-relation relation, had discovered a little blurb in the Boston Globe which mentioned that Ken would be attending Harvard in the fall. That discovery had set the wheels in motion, and after a series of very confusing intrigue and communications between Ken's mother--of the New Jersey Plutnickis--and members of the Massachusetts Plutnicki clan, someone...
...abortion issue and women's movement of the seventies. All you could want and more, if you can take it--the struggles and reactions and hatreds and dirty deals to on and on. "Did we really do such terrible things to the Left?" Richard Heilbroner implores in his promotion blurb on the back of the book jacket. Yes, Richard, we really did, according to Lader, who has blended public records with personal interviews, oral histories, diaries, letters and unpublished reporters' notes to come up with what is probably the most exhaustive and exhausting chronicle of the Left in the United...
...personal guide to Harvard?" tempted the application forms shoved at hand-out--hungry freshmen in the Union last fall. It sounded like a great deal: just fill out a short form and you get your own private mentor, an upperclassman "committed" to showing freshmen the Harvard ropes. The application blurb glowingly promises--in language reminiscent of day camp brochures--"the fun of making friends." Who doesn't need a friend freshman week? "Students Helping Students (SHS)--We are just what we sound like," read the advertisement for the organization. Well, not quite...
Here, for example, in its entirety, is "Cruel Shoes," called "the hilarious title piece" in the book-jacket blurb...
...THIRTY-FIVE YEARS ago, Anais Nin created the female language for sexuality." So says the blurb on the back of Delta of Venus, the first posthumous volume of Anais Nin's erotic writing. The paperback edition has gone through four printings, and Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, knowing a good thing when they see it, have recently brought out a second volume, beautifully printed as the first and likewise bound in real cloth--quite a tribute these days, especially for stories originally written for an anonymous dirty old man at a dollar a page...