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OF THE FRONT WINDOWS of his new apartment, Nathan Zuckerman could see down to the corner of his street to Frank E. Campbell, the Madison Avenue funeral parlor where they process for disposal the richest, most glamorous, and most celebrated of New York’s deceased. On display in the chapel this May morning lay a gangland figure,
Europe’s calendar for 1981 is brightened by marvelous events that deserve the traveler’s attention. There is an outpouring of music, drama, and film festivals; flower shows; great sports competitions; sound and light spectacles; handicraft fairs; traditional religious holidays; wine harvest celebrations; and much more.