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...movie. While traveling, he also found time to bat out the first draft of a novel. The main character is a handsome California Congressman who battles evil politicians and braves a confrontation with militarists. "There's no doubt that it's worth putting more time into the manuscript," says Lindsay's agent, Owen Laster, who is showing the book to New York publishers. Evidently the ex-mayor has a deft touch when it comes to mixing passion and politics. "There's a nice massage scene," reports one reader of Lindsay's draft...
Kryukov's manuscript, however, somehow mysteriously disappeared when he died in the civil war in 1920 at the age of 50. Solzhenitsyn believes that Sholokhov obtained Kryukov's manuscript a few years later and passed it off as his own-with some politically necessary but stylistically clumsy modifications...
Although the evidence is compelling that Sholokhov plagiarized the book that won him laurels both at home and abroad, it is nonetheless circumstantial. Kryukov's manuscript cannot be directly traced to Sholokhov; he claims that his own drafts for The Quiet Don were destroyed during the war. Solzhenitsyn has now appealed to literary scholars and researchers to examine closely The Quiet Don for "unevennesses of style and internal contradictions" that point to dual authorship...
...home for the next presidential speech. By 2 a.m., he is pounding away at his portable typewriter, smoothly capturing the cadences and patterns of his boss's speaking style. Next morning, red-eyed from a night without sleep but wearing his favorite cream-colored suit, he hands his manuscript to the President in the Oval Office, then argues tenaciously in defense of every word. Only rarely does Gerald Ford ask for a revision of an idea or even a phrase...
...Prince," Kant's "Religion Within the Limits of Reason Alone," Nietzsche's "The Birth of Tragedy." As you read a few lines here, a few there, the printed words slowly vanish and are replaced by an image of yourself dressed in Renaissance robes, poring over an illuminated manuscript in an Erasmus-like tower. You lean over and look out the window at the little groups of women walking to market and children playing tag, a couple of lovers smiling at one another in the grass, and a frown comes over your face, you shake your head, and, with a slight...