I was in a bar in New York last weekend and the man next to me looked vaguely familiar.
Glasses, friendly, drinking a lot.
To me, these are all the hallmarks of a journalist. But he might have been a doctor, I supposed.
His first words? "I just can't take it any more. The pressure, the accolades. And all the adulation. Man, have you got any idea how stressful adulation can be?"
He introduced himself as Dan.
He kept talking, either trying to convince me of something or, I preferred, to convince himself.
"Most journalists become … Read more