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...Avenue, across Vanderbilt Avenue -- then through Grand Central Terminal, across Lexington Avenue, up to Forty- fourth Street, into the elevator at 141 East Forty-fourth Street, up to the third floor, and through the belled door of a small fishing-tackle shop called the Angler's Roost, whose sole proprietor is a man named Jim Deren...
...accessible to the humblest . . . book reviewer as I am to my immediate entourage." That is how Lord Copper, proprietor of the London Daily Beast, saw the hierarchy of the press in Evelyn Waugh's Scoop. A half-century later, Charles Simmons may have trouble getting past the lowliest editorial assistant at the New York Times Book Review, where he spent 33 years as an editor. His latest novel, which caused a few clucks when it was excerpted pseudonymously in the Nation and the New Republic, is a farce about office politics at a Manhattan literary magazine...
...town depends upon the failure of your law." The 300 or so early arrivals have already found that their prospects in Huandacareo are not bright. The few who accumulated small nest eggs in the U.S. are rapidly depleting them, to the delight of local merchants. Says Jorge Manriquez, the proprietor of a bicycle shop: "They come in and buy a bicycle, spare tires, everything. It's good for business now, but I wonder what it will be like in six months...
...relationship between alcohol and cigarettes -- we're not out to reform human nature," explains former City Attorney Steven Rood. As for hotels, he notes, "French and Italian movie moguls can't do business without a cigarette in their mouth." Such reasoning does not satisfy restaurant owners. Vito Sasso, proprietor of the romantic Romeo and Juliet, argues that he too has foreign customers, citing one wealthy visitor who orders several $500 bottles of wine for a dinner tab of $4,000 -- which adds up to a month's rent. "He won't come in anymore because he can't smoke," moans...
...glad-handing the visiting firemen as the city's official greeter, while saturnine Robert Moses, the master builder, was sundering neighborhoods in the name of progress. The cafe-society swells watered at El Morocco or the Stork Club, and the punters headed for Toots Shor's, mindful of the proprietor's dictum that "a bum who ain't drunk by midnight ain't trying." It was, in short, a wonderful town...