By the usual definition, the nation's newest magazine is no magazine at all. It has a hard vermilion cover, 48 color pictures, and not even a breath of an ad. Setting for itself the boundless task of scanning all the arts, book-priced ($3.95 in bookstores), Horizon is lavish, brash, wide-ranging.
Lighting up the first Horizon's 152 pages this week are captious musical memories of Composer Igor Stravinsky, an exuberant, perkily illustrated survey of pioneer ballooning, and 16 pages of photographs suggesting the glory of the earth's creation. Energetically but less successfully, Horizon embraces such -ho-hum items as a spoof on wine snobbery,...
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