About Me

Incognito, Lombardia, Italy
Reading is my passion, my solace, my hobby, my singular reason for waking each morning and taking a conscious breath. If I could eat books I would. I've tried a few, but only the recipe softcovers suit my digestion. There are many types of books, although the most popular seem to be rectangular. From time to time I will be reviewing books that I have read or read about or skimmed or merely glanced at on the shelf. If the book's author is insulted, offended, angered, embarrassed or appalled, then I know my review has been successful. Please feel free to comment on any review. Comments directed at me personally in the form of objection, attack, abuse or ridicule are encouraged. ******************************************************************

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Not Watered Down

A Good Life: Newspapering and Other Adventures
by Ben Bradlee


As Executive Editor of The Washington Post from 1968 to 1991, Ben Bradlee not only printed history, he also made it. Momentous events were covered, careers fashioned, reputations ruined and social movements spotlighted. Bradlee was at the center of all this, directing his reporters, dictating policy and discharging journalistic shells whose recoils are still felt even today. Yet Bradlee was not above or beyond the common man. I remember, as a young man uncertain of my future, applying for a position on the Post. Unfortunately, my qualifications were insufficient to meet the standards expected of journalists. However, I still have Mr Bradlee's courteous rejection letter which is worth citing:

'Leemydear

My name is Ben and I'm an alcoholi... hang on... wrong place... let me start again.

My Dear Lee

Having read your application, in which you listed Teetotalism as one of your 'strengths', I am shocked that you would even dare read a newspaper, let alone imagine yourself working on one. Let's get one gin straight... sorry... one thing straight. The tradition of Common Journalistic Insobriety has taken decanters... whoops... decades to establish and your flagrant? flagon?... no, I was right the first time... flagrant disregard for such tradition proves that you aren't fit for either a by-line at the Post or a bar stool in the Journalists' Club. In short, a pen and pad are not compatible with Perrier Water.

I hope you will receive this letter in the spirit in which it is soaked.

Yours sincerely,

Ernest Hemmingwa... no, that's not it... where did I put that bottle... Johnnie Walker... no... it's... Richard Nixo... hey Woodward, make mine a double!...'


'A Good Life' is also a very entertaining read.

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