In one of Manhattan's biggest bookshops, a salesman gestured cynically toward his Christmas customers. "Give them a fat historical novel and they'll trample every good book in the place to get to it." It was a familiar moan in the book business—even when the moaner had to raise his voice to be heard above his booming cash register. Yet as a summary for 1949 the judgment was too jaundiced. It was true that popular puddings were as plentiful as usual, with old practitioners like Frank Yerby, Marguerite Steen and F. van Wyck Mason tirelessly...
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