Every once in a while someone will ask me, “Why don’t you write about Rosanne Cash anymore? And hey, whatever happened with your marriage proposal to her?”
It’s true that I was one of the first (or, anyway, one of the most effusive) to praise her work as a writer—not just as a singer and Read More
Every once in a while someone will ask me, “Why don’t you write about Rosanne Cash anymore? And hey, whatever happened with your marriage proposal to her?”
It’s true that I was one of the first (or, anyway, one of the most effusive) to praise her work as a writer—not just as a singer Read More
“The whole suggestion that I’m not contrite is just bullshit,” Jayson Blair said.
Mr. Blair was on the phone from Brooklyn. That is, in the unavoidable epistemological fog surrounding all reporting, Mr. Blair was at a Brooklyn number.
With the publication of Burning Down My Masters’ House: My Life at the New York Times Read More
