Like his old boss Drew Pearson before him, Jack Anderson has kept the Washington Merry-Go-Round spinning at a dizzy clip, earning the esteem of millions of readers and the journalistic community for his intrepid reporting -- and the enmity of those who are smashed by his careening column (Dita Beard, the ITT bottom-feeder, told an Anderson aide simply, ""Your boss is a son of a bitch""). Here Anderson recounts the 18-point type exposes -- the Bangladesh episode when Nixon-Kissinger efforts to play Metternichian ball with Pakistan and India were foiled after he disclosed their game; the FBI domestic spying scandal (""All the files are sacred property, supposedly hidden from the eyes of all save the FBI, although choice tidbits are sometimes officially bootlegged to influential politicians. We have had access to these forbidden files""); the Eagleton drinking business in which Anderson blundered and subsequently retracted (""It was not the first mistake I have made""); and of course the infamous ITT shenanigans which reached into the top echelons of the Nixon government. Anderson still refuses to reveal his sources (""I do not reveal even to my colleagues on the column the sources or circumstances through which I receive information""); nor does he discuss, even generally, how his information-gathering channels are developed. Had he done so, this would have been a bombshell book; but as it is, it's merely a firecracker briefly illuminating the ongoing political carnival.