From the inbox just now:
Previously in the glamorous life series here, here, and here.
To head off a little freshet of peeved mail I got last time: I am not, in any way, at any time, complaining about any aspect of my life as an (outlet name) writer. I am the world's most fortunate guy, in having just the job I want for all these years. I am instead amused at the PR, umm, wizardry of some people making contact with journalists. It started with a release on the "Father of Aesthetic Dentistry -- see this one for details.
To head off a little freshet of peeved mail I got last time: I am not, in any way, at any time, complaining about any aspect of my life as an (outlet name) writer. I am the world's most fortunate guy, in having just the job I want for all these years. I am instead amused at the PR, umm, wizardry of some people making contact with journalists. It started with a release on the "Father of Aesthetic Dentistry -- see this one for details.
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James Fallows is a national correspondent for The Atlantic and has written for the magazine since the late 1970s. He has reported extensively from outside the United States and once worked as President Carter's chief speechwriter. He and his wife, Deborah Fallows, are the authors of the new book Our Towns: A 100,000-Mile Journey Into the Heart of America, which has been a New York Times best-seller and is the basis of a forthcoming HBO documentary.