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
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
Whatever happened to the "worst of the worst"?
In the 1998 film Wag the Dog, political operatives employ special editing techniques to create phony footage that will engender public sympathy for a manufactured war.
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
On February 26 the small town of Moscow, Idaho, saw more commotion than
it had since a truck camper exploded in a vacant lot last September.
While the town was still sleeping, two military plan