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    <body><![CDATA[Howard Hunt could write! I mean, really write: he won at least one literary fellowship early in his career. Which also confirms that whole vision I've had of the early CIA as this oddball nest of literati and American Studies profs. This has a bunch of gritty details about being a house detective in a DC hotel. No clue if they're real, but they SOUND good. Plus, oddly, a lot of law-and-order and respect-the-police pleading: cheaply ironic, given his later escapades. Did kind of make me want to read others of his novels, though; and is there a biography? What an odd, fascinating man.]]></body>
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