Like many of us in the journalism dodge, Dan Barry has spent much of his career piecing together the shards of wrecked lives, sidling up to tragedy and then retailing it to the rest of the world, as if such casual intimacy with mortality would somehow inoculate us against its inevitable toll. Yet the more reporters learn about others, the less it seems we know about ourselves, or perhaps the less we want to know. The private lives of...
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