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...muggers Ronnie has known during his own six-year career, about 20 are dead, ten are in jail and the rest have "retired." Ronnie too talks of quitting. He has been attending college and is now working with a storefront social agency in the East Village. Even so, it has been less than a month since Ronnie's last mugging...
Even some of the things that U.S. businessmen take for granted are rare or nonexistent in Soviet cities. For example, there is no such thing as a commercial office building in the Soviet Union, and a storefront in an apartment house is currently the best that the country can offer. Waiting periods for telephone and telex communication with home offices in the U.S. can seem endless. Nor can a U.S. businessman in Moscow place an ad in Pravda for secretarial help; secretaries must be supplied through a government agency that deals mostly with diplomats...
SHAFT'S BIG SCORE brings back the black private eye who divides his time almost equally between brawls and bedrooms. Here, one of Shaft's fillies has a brother mixed up in the numbers racket. When the brother's storefront insurance office is bombed, the police find his body in the debris but no trace of the $250,000 that he and his partner had stashed in the company safe. Shaft starts to track the money down, a process that eventually involves him with some shady types from Downtown, some anxious cops and a bevy of slinky...
There have been changes in the face of the city itself. Going back to my neighborhood in the southwest corner of Moscow, I discovered that a storefront window left broken for more than a year had finally been replaced. The ever present litter had also been removed from behind the house and the roads repaved. An Austrian-built gas station and a large movie theater were attractive additions to the district...
...with some summer refuge from the uneasy aimlessness that attended those Cambridge days, then your path has crossed Jeffrey Golden's. He has ridden the elevators up and down Holyoke Center, and he has walked quickly past the panhandlers who command the brickwalk bottleneck between the J. August storefront and the subway entrance on Mass. Ave. But in May 1970--wandering around an almost deserted Harvard and realizing that an organization of intellectually disciplined college students can also be a gaggle of political dilettantes--Jeff Golden began his watermelon summer. Because he did, it's much less likely that...