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Foil & Contrast. For the dedication, Chicago put on its festive best. The Chicago Symphony played Beethoven and Bernstein. Poet Gwendolyn Brooks read a poem to the effect, "Art hurts." In ringing tones, Mayor Richard Daley called the statue a "free expression" of the "vitality of the city." When at last the great blue veiling fell away (see opposite page), the crowd, estimated at upwards of 25,000, greeted it with an awed and respectful hush. Against the stark Miesian geometry of the Civic Center stood a majestic monument, its massive metal features-relieved by lacy rods-matching the building...
Mayor Richard Daley's desk is buried under the badges and guns of policemen who have resigned in frustration. Those who stick with the job share a distaste for "enlightened" methods forced upon them by the Police Department elite policy makers. Indeed, a policy must evolve that confronts the cops' beefs and provides for the sociologist's ideas...
Even before publication, Robert Daley's satirical roman à clef about a Great New York Newspaper set off much who's-who gossip in the city room of a Great New York Newspaper. Who, for example, is Paul Pettibon, the Paris bureau chief with the ego of a De Gaulle and a sense of insecurity to rival that of Charlie Brown's pal Linus? Who is Jack L. Banglehorster, the slow-moving, ruminative foreign editor who feels that his first duty is "to report the same news the opposition papers reported...
...matter whom they may more or less resemble in life, author Daley's caricature creatures seem more like conventioneering Rotarians or stodgy minor bureaucrats than journalistic giants. Bureau chiefs loll about sidewalk cafés or tool around in chauffeurdriven limousines, rewriting local newspapers, and big-name correspondents interview one another over grog. The biggest fraud is Pettibon, "The Paper's" man in Paris. Despite the Pulitzer Prize he won, the books he wrote, the generals and Prime Ministers he met and conquered, Pettibon is a cheesecloth hero. He pretends fluent French and frets over whether his latest...
Unfortunately, Author Daley (who used to be a New York Times correspondent) commands a prose style all too reminiscent of the newspaper he satirizes. And the satire itself is nowhere near the first rank of press spoofery, which is occupied alone by Evelyn Waugh's brilliant Scoop! The Whole Truth can only be taken as a broad burlesque of pat-a-cake editors, cream-puff reporters, puff-piece journalists-crumb-bums...