Thanks for the Memoirs
Journalists are handed a lot of evidence that the world at large doesn’t think much of our trade. No-one seems to appreciate how selflessly we serve the greater good, what keen-eyed observers and trenchant analysts we are. So there we are, feeling all righteous and aggrieved, and then the news cycle coughs up a reminder that sometimes we really don’t have a clue. One recent example I found especially painful because it involved literary journalism, which has more or less been my home turf since the dawn of time. On Nov. 3, the Philadelphia Inquirer published a story headlined “Celebrating… Read more...