I am 99 percent convinced now that there is not a novel in me, or at least that I am not capable of producing one. I’ve started enough of them to know that I quickly lose interest and, even if I could carry one through, know I probably would be embarrassed by the result. This …
Looking through photos for Father’s Day, I found this: Dear not-so-old Dad, Bob Robertson, right, aboard the Adventurous in Sausalito, California, maybe around 1962. I don’t know whether the photo was taken after a late night at the No Name Bar or as the crew prepared the scruffy little schooner to race George Draper, an …
I spent much of International Women’s Day reading about the late Charlotte Curtis of the New York Times. I can’t remember how I got on this trail but Curtis for one thing covered the same Leonard Bernstein fundraising party for the Black Panthers in 1970 that boosted writer Tom Wolfe’s “new journalism” fame. Curtis filed …
Cheers, Kirk. I doubt I’ll watch the Oscars tonight and I gave up beer-drinking 35 years ago, but I still watch your movies and I’ll bet your Hollywood mates will be toasting you on TV. I’m toasting you here. Kirk Douglas, a Star of Hollywood’s Golden Age, Dies at 103 — New York Times, Feb. …
Time might cloud understanding of news reports from over 140 years ago, but items from the pages of the 19th Century Las Vegas (New Mexico) Gazette still catch my eye. Hiding today from the 21st Century heat, I resumed my occasional research on croquet in territorial New Mexico. This was related to my ongoing interest …
Today was a day of ups and downs for me in my reading about journalists and the newspaper business. I don’t know whether to make heads or tails of it. I’ll just tell you how it went. I started by reading at elle.com an exciting profile of Jane Mayer, stellar investigative reporter for The New …
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