Years ago, when I was clerking on the foreign desk of the Los Angeles Times, my reading list was compiled from works recommended by various men on the desk (in those days, the editing staff was largely a male bastion). One of the editors, an urbane, dapper gentleman, had been a correspondent In Latin America before returning to the home office for editing work. The new journalism or literary journalism (or whatever you want to call it) was just gaining a foothold at The Times in those days but my colleague was having none of it. He wrote concisely and precisely and was of the less-is-more school of journalism.
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