vision of the narrative from the outset but also managed to sustain that clairvoyance through hours and hours of tireless editing, including while on the Chunnel and in a London hotel room. As far as I can tell, his only respite came while watching his beloved Yankees lose to my beloved Red Sox.
Personally, I have been sustained throughout this monastic process by a peerless cast of friends and relatives, who were unparalleled purveyors of succor. Among them in close to alphabetical order were Kurt Anderson and Anne Kreamer, Jane Barnet and Paul Gottsegan, Charlie and Sue Bell, Clara Bingham, Bryce Birdsall and Malcolm Kirk, Brad and Mary Burnham, Bryan Burrough, Jerome and M. D. Buttrick, John Buttrick, BVD Miles and Lillian Cahn, Mike and Elisabeth Cannell, Alan and Pat Cantor, Peter Davidson and Drew McGhee, Tom Dyja and Suzanne Gluck, Don and Anne Edwards, Stuart and Randi Epstein, Esther B. Fein, Bob Frye and Diane Love, Ann Godoff and Annik LaFarge, Larry Hirschhorn and Melissa Posen, Ted Gup, Tod Jacobs, Stu and Barb Jones, Michael and Fran Kates, Jamie and Cynthia Kempner, Jeffrey Leeds, Jeffrey Liddle, Tom and Amanda Lister, Frank and Katherine Martucci, Patty Marx, Steve and Leana Mechanic Hamilton and Katherine Mehlman, David Michaelis, Gemma Nyack, Dan and Sally Plants, Dudley Price, David Resnick and Cathy Klema, Andy and Courtney Savin, Jim and Sue Simpson, Jeff and Kerry Strong, David Supino and Linda Pohs, Kit White and Andrea Barnet, Jay and Louisa Winthrop, Mike and Shirley Wise, Tim and Nina Zagat, Rick Van Zijl--and not the least by far, my fellow Red Sox fan in exile Esther Newberg. I also want to thank my in-laws, the Futters, and especially my recently deceased father-in-law, Victor Futter, a saint of a man who loved the written word and would have passed many a happy hour, I believe, reading this book. My parents, Suzanne and Paul, as well as my brothers, Peter and Jamie, and their wives and families, all were immensely supportive of me through this sometimes perilous passage. I am eternally grateful to them. I would also be remiss if I failed to mention the wisdom of my legendary journalism professor, Mel Mencher, who taught me, some twenty-five years ago, "You can''t write writing, you can only write reporting." And a special word of thanks and appreciation needs to go to my longtime mentor, Gil Sewall, who has been nourishing my intellect for thirty years and who took the time out from his precious summer to read and reflect on this book in manuscript form.