“My friend Janet Maslin, the chief film critic, told me one about the time a star reporter decided to quit. He spent weeks agonizing about how he was going to tell the boss. He even had nightmares about it. Finally he took a deep breath and marched straight into Abe Rosenthal’s office. To his surprise, the executive editor was very nice. Abe looked sad. Abe wished him well. Abe even told him he would be missed. The reporter was very relieved, and he walked to the door with a spring in his step. ...But just as he put his hand on the doorknob, Abe called out, “Do you remember Jim, the guy who left the paper last year?” “Sure,” the man answered, “I remember him.” “Do you know where he went?” “No,” the reporter answered, “I can’t remember.” “Exactly!” pounced Abe. And as the door closed, a wicked smile spread across his face. Abe, they told me, was ruthless. Abe loved power. Abe was mean. He moved his men around the world like pawns on a chessboard, caring not one whit about their own desires.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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