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To: Tom Clarke who wrote (405102)	1/18/2011 4:10:03 PM
From: DMaA	Respond to of 794011

Boxer's contribution: Greg clutched the rail with white knuckles, wondering, as these two fierce animals were coerced into the majestic coupling by at least six people, how foals ever got born in the wild. ... This is a laughable imitation of a wonderful scene from Wolfe's "A Man In Full"

To: Tom Clarke who wrote (405102)	1/18/2011 4:33:27 PM
From: MulhollandDrive	Respond to of 794011

ugh....gross... shudder... on second thought, just retire to georgia countryside and spare the country

To: Tom Clarke who wrote (405102)	1/18/2011 5:44:49 PM
From: Alan Smithee	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 794011

Ah, Tom, that was his first novel. The later ones were much better. Edit: Just came across this review: The quotes you've seen in print and heard read over the air, the stuff about the pouting sex kitten and all, come from the first three pages. That may be because that's as far as anyone could get in the Forstchenian awfulness, but I am made of sterner stuff. I've read two Jon Land books all the way to the end. So this is the last time I'll mention that "noise" Baen is so concerned about, other than saying that it's a pity the paragraph dealing with the pouting sex kitten was disembowled between the bound galley review stage and the printed book stage. Her kneeling athwart her lover's shoulders would have added entertainment value that this book sorely needed. Our story starts with John Mayhew, Chief of Staff to the President of the United States, wrapped in passionate embrace with his mistress who is, oh dear! a Nazi spy. He, poor fool, dazzled by her charms, reveals the US atomic bomb secrets to her. As befits the scene, the prose is some of the most turgid imaginable. Before we get to the bottom of page one we find such gems as an "initial gambit" (all gambits are openings -- it's what the word means). This should be a warning flag, telling us that we aren't quite in the presence of a master wordsmith. The pouting sex kitten's name is Erica, though we don't learn that until page 110, 109 pages after she's introduced. She's Erika by page 115 -- copyediting and proofreading weren't this book's highpoints, though I still have to give the copy editor points for making it through the book at all. The poor bugger needed a machete. Further edit: A google search for "Gingrich turgid prose" turns up 2,310 hits. google.com