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October 05, 2007



Q: In an earlier edition you said you hoped people would see this book not as a freight train of facts, but more the "sort of train in which Cary Grant might wander until being taken in by Eva Marie Saint—with corridors and compartments, a vehicle on the move with its own inner life." Do you still feel that way about the book?

A: That still puts it as well as I can—I hope it’s a seductive book: once you’re in, it’s hard to get out.


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