CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF, journalists are human too. We are not merely hecklers in the human comedy, the suckerfish of tragedy. We have thoughts and feelings. We experience pain and insecurity. We suffer disappointment and sorrow. Sometimes, we just need to be held.
Of all these human emotions, the most acutely-felt is often regret. For though we make it look effortless–often because we don’t exert any effort–it can be a tough racket: being forced to capture in a few-thousand word snapshot all the nuances of people’s lives, being frustrated when you don’t quite nail them. Take me, for instance. Four years ago, I wrote a piece on documentary-filmmaker Michael Moore. Entitled “One-Trick Phony,” it was what is known in the trade as a “kneecap job.” Even by my own often uncharitable standards, it was a nasty piece of work.
