by Janet Groth
In a word: disappointing.
Ms. Groth accepted a receptionist position at the famed magazine in 1957. On the 18th floor, this young and attractive 19-year-old had access to the mag’s famed writers.
But does she provide the reader with any good dirt on these writers? Nope.
And, hey, why else would anyone be reading this? Surely, she does not think that we’re interested in her life, does she?
Oh this could have been so good. Alas!
A total dud.