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Breslin, forever the grouser, complains that he will miss writing daily because "I'll wanna be able to yell like a sonofabitch about something and I won't be able to." But he also claims to be tired of "seeing my stuff on the subway floor" and figures writing books is a bigger league. "You don't run at Suffolk Downs because you like the racetrack. If you can, you gotta run at Aqueduct. I might run a struggling sixth, but I gotta take a shot at it."
That sounds pretty convincing, but there may be a touch of blarney in it. More than a few of Breslin's colleagues are willing to make book that when the next big story breaks, Jimmy will drop his manuscripts, bust out of the gate and race down the same old track he runs so well. Never mind the blarney. After all, that—and a lot of talent—has made Jimmy Breslin a winner.
*Another New York Post columnist, Murray Kempton, also announced last week that he will quit to concentrate on book writing. t Actually, he is Sterling Ford, a Manhattan literary agent whose clients include Terry Southern, Pierre Salinger and Dick Schaap.