"In New York," grumbled a California editor last year, "they are convinced that nothing can happen except in the area of Manhattan bounded by the lounge of the Algonquin and the dining room of the Four Seasons." Then came Evan Connell's Son of the Morning Star, a brilliant account of General George Custer and the Battle of Little Bighorn. It climbed the best-seller list and remained there for six months. Not for the first time, the industry was forced to admit that some of the nation's better publishing houses are located a world away from New York.
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