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“On Friday evening Martin and Mona went to the United Artists Theatre to see a film already being mentioned for the Academy award. It had three stars, ran a hundred and ten minutes, and bored them both to petrifaction. (In brief, the award was in the bag.) The Case of the Seven of Calvary”

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Anthony Boucher
Anthony Boucher

Anthony Boucher, born on August 21, 1911, was an accomplished editor and writer from the United States. Renowned for his contributions to science fiction and crime fiction, he is often hailed as the 'guardian of science fiction'. Boucher's editorial work significantly elevated the quality of many authors' works and propelled the development of science fiction and crime fiction. more

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