I was sincerely glad the Times was there to draw some of the heat and ensure the story saw the light of day, whatever happened to my effort. But privately, I was also feeling competitive, with some self-pity mixed in. For six months, the only support I’d had was Noah Oppenheim scrunching his nose and holding journalism at arm’s length, afraid it might get on him. Now, finally, I had The New Yorker, but it might be too late.
