You would think: There you are, you’ve made it to the New York Times. You, with all of your hard-work, talent, and moxie have lead yourself to a place Gay Talese identified—in the title of his book on the place—as The Kingdom. And how majestic is it, this Renzo Piano building. Nothing can stop you now.
Except for the persistent smell of burning animal flesh beginning from the moment you get to work. Read More