Sublime

Walter Duranty is now largely considered a media outlier or an anomaly, a reporter whose character flaws slipped through the editorial cracks of his institution. But the reality is that Duranty fits a prominent pattern at the Times of a star reporter whose celebrity enables him or her to commit journalistic malfeasance in plain sight of his

op-ed

“As a liberated young woman on the Pill, the men hope or expect me to be sexually available at all times. Of course, if I am, then I’m a whore. If I’m not, then I’m a prude.” “Is the work interesting, at least?” he asked. “This month we did profiles on John Ehrlichman and William F. Buckley. The latter written by William F. Buckley.” “That reminds

fact-bound writer can’t go: worlds of imagination, rumination and fantasy. In return we enter into a more forgiving contract with him, allowing him to come at his subject slowly, discursively, obliquely, elliptically or just plain densely if that’s his vision. Density, in fact, is one of the qualities that William Faulkner’s fans most like about