TITLE: NEW YORK DAYS
AUTHOR: WILLIE MORRIS
PUBLISHER: LITTLE, BROWN; 396 PAGES; $24.95
THE BOTTOM LINE: Dewy-eyed, an ex-editor bloviates about his '60s.
Some people never recover from reading Tom Wolfe. Not the white-suited dandy who lit a bonfire under the vanities, but the big lug from Asheville, North Carolina, who said you can't go home again. Symptoms of the disease are truly terrible: a bloviation of the prose, with cliches clanging at irregular intervals; a golly-gee nostalgia for the glitz of Manhattan when one was , young, yearning and oh-so-talented; and, for a few, an incurable lust to strew names...
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