The enthusiastic reception that greeted the New York Review of Books on its debut last February in the midst of the newspaper strike raised an inevitable question: Would it ever appear again? Last week 100,000 copies of issue No. 2, crammed with critiques from the likes of Stephen Spender, Robert Heilbroner and Truman Capote, and carrying 18 pages of ads in its 48 tabloid-sized pages, were on sale at newsstands and bookstores across Manhattan. This time the Review made no secret of when it would turn up next. Emboldened by a near sellout of their first, 100,000-copy...
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