It's hard to choose which deserves the coarser jeer: the excited baying
in the press about the nondiscovery of weapons of mass destruction in
Iraq, or the wailing about the 3-to-2 decision of t

George W.

Steal this book.

The radio went on in the middle of the night and there in my ear was the
voice of a young man.

With all the words laundered over the Jayson Blair affair, why is my
soul still disquieted? Why do I feel even further from the truth than on
the day the journalistic fraud was first revealed?

Writing may be fighting, as Ishmael Reed famously opined, but most
writers know the difference. There are, of course, some who blur the
line.

Of all the columns I've written, never have I gotten more mail than for
the following sentence: "It will not matter that the Dixie Chicks play
to full, cheering houses, while their current albu

Thank God for fakers! Matchless as deflaters of human and institutional
pretension, they furnish us rich measures of malicious glee at the
red-faced victims.

In its first issue after the fall of the World Trade Center, The New
Yorker published a handful of short reaction pieces by John Updike,
Jonathan Franzen and others about the horror that

So the right-wing journalist John Fund may not be a model citizen, but
contrary to the implications of many left journalists and gossip
columnists, he's likely not the kind of guy who pretends