He saw me driving a Mark IV and said I looked like a hog wearing earrings. Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence. Suddenly it s all right to junk all rules of journalism by amplifying rumors floated by faceless well-poisoners identified only as sources. The godlike narrator in journalism is preposterous. The reconstruction of events is always susceptible to distortion, and you must lways make it clear exactly where your information is coming from.
People lie, or they don t remember accurately.
A good journalist realizes he creates fragments of the truth. There s nothing wrong with a journalist who raises questions and doesn t pret d to have the answers. If you re not forgiving people, they live in your head rent-free, and that s very annoying. Anger and resentment, they re like taking poison and hoping the other person will die. His brother, Frank McCourt, is author of Angela s Ashes.