So, you saw the cover to the October 17, 2016 New Yorker?
Poignant commentary on good books.
Cover of New Yorker, October 17, 2016. “The Finish Line,” by R. Kikuo Johnson.
It was the fall book edition, after all.
I miss the good old days, when I subscribed to The New Yorker at full price for $6.00 a year. Helped me enormously in college and graduate school, and introduced me to John McPhee’s writing.
Good books are really that good. Haven’t read one like that lately? Pick up another, keep trying until you get one that good.
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Pick-up any book by Seymour Hersh, a former writer for The New Yorker and the NY Times. I just started My Lai 4, the horrendous massacre by Lt. Caley’s Platoon, and other elements of the Americal Division: Vietnam 1968. Hersh won a Pulitzer for it. Besides My Lai, where U. S. Troops massacred 550 Old Men, Women and Children–including babies–he also broke the story about Abu Graib, in Iraq.
When the Times got frustrated as the Washington Post’s Woodward and Bernstein were breaking story after story about Watergate, it hired Hersh to scoop them. He didn’t have access to their “usually reliable” (in Intelligence parlance) source–“Deep Throat”. But otherwise, Sy Hersh is truly The Man when it comes to Investigative Reporting.
For a stickler for details, corroborating evidence and some knowledge of National Security issues, aI believe that by book by Mr. Hersh is well worth the time.
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