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The main thing wrong with The Last Romantic is that Mr. O'Neill can't tell a story. Here is his opening sentence: 'Max Eastman was not Jewish, despite his name, Jewish first wife, radical enthusiasms, and graduate training at Columbia University.' An array of tonal, historical, and moral gaucheries marches forth, clause by clause: no, it's not the equal of 'Call me Ishmael.'
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