October 22, 1979 12:00 PM

by Brooks Stanwood

Some days in Central Park you can’t see the forest for the runners. Noting that, Howard and Susan Kaminsky (he’s president of Warner Books, she’s a former literary editor) fabricated a mellifluent pen name, Brooks Stanwood, and a first novel to go with it. The hero meets a group of ultra-fit 55-year-olds in matching running suits who offer him and his wife an attractive apartment in their building and persuade them into a fitness regime. When the young couple gets into shape, the book turns into a horror story, something like Rosemary’s Jogger. The characters are one-dimensional, their greed and vanity overwhelming, but the combination of fitness and the occult is at least trendy. (McGraw-Hill, $9.95)

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