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...Washington, D.C. "Out of the two weeks," he says, "I think I got to spend five days at the beach." Justice Potter Stewart escaped to a fishing lodge in New Hampshire, but he has to telephone his office every day-and keep reading. "We'll get about 800 cert petitions* through the summer," he says...
...Herald Traveler and Record American's big pitch is that by reading the paper you get Two for One (like Cert's, click-click): "Boston's 2 Great Newspapers Now One Greater Newspaper," read the message over the new banner on Monday and Tuesday. Unfortunately, the true character of the product is more a combination of the two papers' weak points. Many, if not most, of the Traveler's best writers left town for other jobs or joined The Globe. Some hooked up with WCVB. Some are still looking for work. Few of the Traveler's Old Guard wanted...
...Area Readers will have to give the Cert's Special time to get settled before they know just what two for one has reaped. It would help readers adjust if the management did something about the new banner. Jammed in a two and a half inch space, the paper now carries the full name of both parents, an edition box, a silly little weather box with a pup and an umbrella for partly cloudy, a drenched little-leaguer for rain, and so on. Even sillier, the afternoon edition comes out with virtually the same material, but with the order...
...social slights of British steeplechasing the way a car owner knows the dashboard of his five-year-old sedan. He has used his experiences to produce ten more or less equestrian suspense stories that are also novels of métier and manners. His best books are Dead Cert (the first, written in 1962), Nerve (1964), For Kicks (1965), Odds Against (1966) and Forfeit (1969). At that level he belongs in the company of writers like John Buchan, who created a highly personal genre and then used it, beyond sheer entertainment, to express a lifetime's accumulation of knowledge...
...ride-for-life, of course, is a horsebound version of those great chases across the English countryside in which Buchan heroes, and their heirs and assigns, foiled pursuit in everything from Bentleys to borrowed bicycles. The true Francis classic (Dead Cert), pitted the jockey hero, up on a splendid horse named Admiral, against the forces of darkness who chivvied him about in a swarm of radio taxis. By contrast, Bonecrack's ride is modest. The trainer, galloping prodigally crosscountry on his best racer, tries to head off the sulky boy-jockey from inadvertent assassination by one of his Mafia...