“There is a special place in hell for publishers who run from their authors like craven dogs, who don’t mind sensationalism that sells… until the game gets rough.”
Jim Hatfield? Wasn’t he some kind of whack-o? Some kind of Conspiracy Theorist with fruitcake ideas out to get the Bushes?
I’ve got to admit it. That’s the first thing that popped into my head when Soft Skull suggested I write an introduction to the new edition of Hatfield’s Fortunate Son.
But then I read the book.
Inside Corporate America
There’s two people you ought to know: Greg O’Neill and Clinton Davis. They are exceptionally important because, according to Rana Kabbani, writing in my British sister paper The Guardian, they are “two symbols of American hegemony.” Technically, she was referring to the two towers of the World Trade Center. But it was not American hegemony which fell 50 floors into horrid, crushing oblivion. Nor was it just some architectural artifact which was instructed with the “painful lesson” about US foreign policy described by Kabbani with unapologetic glee.