Word: journalism
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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When the drugs were administered to 207 women who had undergone radical mastectomies and had cancerous cells in one or more lymph nodes, the results were, in the words of an editorial that accompanied the report in the New England Journal of Medicine, "nothing short of spectacular." Twenty-seven months later, only 5.3% of the women showed signs of cancer. By contrast, the recurrence rate in a control group of 179 women who did not receive the same treatment was 24%. The researchers concluded, on the basis of their findings, that the drugs had not merely suppressed the incipient cancers...
...book purports to be the private journal of Charles Schermerhorn Schuyler, the illegitimate son and protege of Aaron Burr (and the co-star of Burr). Charles, now 62, returns to the U.S. on the eve of its Centennial after a 38-year sojourn in Europe. Wiped out by the panic of 1873, he must barter his reputation as a respected journalist for some badly needed cash. He must also make a suitable match for his daughter Emma, 35, the widow of an impecunious French prince. Ultimately, Schuyler hopes to parlay a casual friendship with New York Governor Samuel J. Tilden...
...dead-black hair is not entirely her own." He catches a party glimpse of John Jacob Astor III, "slow but agreeable, and much too red in the face." Wherever he goes, Schuyler is publicly deferential, as befits an aging favor seeker. Privately, this self-described "effete Parisian" fills his journal with barbed, often uproarious observations on this "vigorous, ugly, turbulent realm...
These warnings are reminiscent of Administration pleas in early 1975 for last-ditch aid to failing anti-Communist governments in Saigon and Phnom-Penh. In the Wall Street Journal last week, Historian Arthur Schlesinger Jr., charged the Administration with unnecessary hyperbole and suspect logic. "I strongly doubt," he argued, "that anyone in the Soviet Union is concluding today that . . . the Senate's action on Angola gives Moscow a blank check for foreign adventures...
When Andrew Petrie, a former right-wing U.S. Senator, is assassinated in his sprawling New York farmhouse, the list of possible left-wing assassins is all but endless. A reactionary advocate of population control, Petrie was also the nettlesome gadfly editor of a scholarly monthly journal. At the time of his murder, he was composing a treatise on the failure of the American experiment. The reader is compelled to ask if the megalomaniacal Petrie was 1) a mere crackpot, 2) a latter-day Henry Adams or 3) a pernicious William F. Buckley minus the charm. The novel is slowly unraveled...