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...grand cold war strategy right down to the latest styles in helicopters, the U.S. had rarely if ever been given so competent and confident an exposition of its defense policies. Defense Secretary Robert McNamara, appearing last week before the House Armed Services Committee, read almost all of a 198-page statement and answered Congressmen's questions in a style that often made them feel, quite helplessly, as though they were interrogating a computer. Congressmen certainly knew that they were in the presence of a man who had done his homework. Whether or not his answers prove...
...cannot fathom the Common Market, but he can try: "The lady from Bexhill still bangs away at me about a mass importation of French courtesans. But I think there must be more to the Common Mar ket than that." "Electrified" by reading in a Sunday women's page that a daub of lipstick artfully placed between the breasts was advised as the latest cosmetic lure, the Earl dashed off an imaginary nightclub scene. HE: "I say, old girl, feeling all right?" SHE: "Absolutely dreamy. Why?" HE: "Well, that rash of yours. Could be measles, you know, or nettle rash...
...last issue, the back of the Review contains the "Harvard Reports" section: a series of page-long surveys of work being done in such research centers as Biological Studies, East Asian Studies, Science and Government, and Cognitive Studies. These are distinctly valuable. Except for occasional Madison-Avenue splashes in the Alumni Bulletin, non-specialists have almost no way of learning what is transpiring in these centers...
...last page contains the magazine's embryonic book review section: an urbane dissection by Robert Hirst '63 of a recent Dolphin anthology on the South. One hopes the Review will find space to expand this section in the near future...
Except for Rabbit, Run Updike has risked little. The risk of sloppy writing-one taken by most great novelists from Dostoevsky to Faulkner-is unthinkable to him; a page of prose, he feels, should be able to stand alone. "I would not attempt a big novel yet," he says. "My experience is too limited; I would be out of my depth." Such modesty is unexceptionable; yet it is hard to escape the feeling that out of his depth is exactly the place for a young novelist...