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Among the known nonfiction quantities will be Inside Australia, by John Gunther, a new Julia Child cookbook, a determined tract about women by Feminist Betty Friedan, George Plimpton on a new swinging golfer named George Plimpton, some solemn warnings by General James Gavin, and some unsolemn ones from William F. Buckley Jr. William Manchester is back at work on his study of the Krupp industrial empire; both Robert Lowell and James Dickey have new books of poetry.
Several people are writing up their trips: Sir Francis Chichester his sea adventures, Murray Kempton his sojourn in several American cities, Dan Wakefield a lengthy odyssey taken to find out what Americans think of Viet Nam, Norman Mailer's views of last October's protest march to the Pentagon.
A number of writers will get double exposure. Marshall McLuhan will retard his predicted disappearance of books by publishing a consideration of space in poetry and painting, and a sequel to his picture treatise, The Medium is the Massage. MacKinley Kantor has a book of reminiscences and an antebellum novel about a Southern girl who falls in love with a slave with the unlikely name of Beauty Beast. Stephen Birmingham will issue separate reports on white Anglo-Saxon Protestants and Sephardic Jews, Barnaby Conrad a memoir and a how-to-do-it on bullfighting, Muriel Spark poems and stories, Tom Wolfe a collection of essays and a report on Novelist Ken Kesey, the Norman Mailer of the West Coast. But all this conspicuous industry settles into sloth when compared with Mystery Writer John Creasey's publishing schedule for the year: 15 books under four different names.