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Saturday, February 7, 2009 / 7:06 PM

Staff Shelf: Naipaul and Hearst

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In lieu of a review (verdict: the book's terrific), five lines that struck me along the way: 

1. "Doctored truth is not truth." Naipaul to French, helping us understand why he felt fine giving the respected British journalist access not just to his own incriminating letters and opinions, but the diaries of his late first wife, Pat, whom Naipaul treated capital-p poorly. 

2. "Friendship has not been important to me." Naipual, making it sound as if he had options. (When you're mean-spirited, bitter, petty, self-absorbed, whiny and cheap, you probably don't. How whiny? In an otherwise pleasant passage about why he likes staying in hotels, Naipaul champions their "scope for complaint." A more interesting or telling phrase I've rarely come across.)

3. "I became my flat, my desk, my name." The future Nobel Laureate, whose work became his world in order for it to become ours.

4.  "Some of this remembered response to Oxford was retrospective superiority, Vidia's reaction to the university's cultivated sense of exclusivity." "Retrospective superiority" -- a fine phrase, cooly used by this fine biographer.

5. "Vidia is so proud of never using the word love." From Pat's diary.

The Uncrowned King: The Sensational Rise of William Randolph Hearst, by Kenneth Whyte (Counterpoint; 466 pages; $30)

Twenty-five pages into this deeply researched, assured, and lively book about the early stages of Hearst's career, respected Canadian journalist and editor Kenneth Whyte gives us this vivid snapshot of the newspaper business in the late-19th century: 

Journalism, long a refuge for intelligent individuals who by nature are wasted on the academy, was a natural home for Hearst. Journalism was an open field where his broad-ranging mind could indulge his political interests or whatever else happened to catch his eye. Journalism was an opportunity to make a difference, which mattered to Hearst; despite his carefree poses, he had absorbed some of [his mother] Phoebe's noblesse oblige and passion for a cause. Journalism supplied fireworks too -- action, conflict, unpredictability, novelty, spectacle. A newspaper was a great thundering enterprise in itself, involving hundreds of people in the hurly burly of newsgathering and the massive manufacturing operation required to print and deliver hundreds of thousands of copies daily.

It's a representative passage -- biographical and historical, and sharp on both counts. Whyte's mission here is to turn over the "conventional view" of Hearst on several key matters, arguing, often persuasively, that Hearst's early months at the healm of the New York Journal were more journalistically substanative than he's been given credit for; that Hearst wasn't the instigator, as he's long been labeled, of the aggressive, event-shaping coverage of the Cuban crisis and the ensuing Spanish-American war; that Hearst wasn't a "reckless marauder" of the family purse. 

What I found more interesting than the reputation-redressing, or the book's international threads, were simply Whyte's sketches of the daily life of American newspapers during this era. Publishers poaching staff from rivals, editors penning page-one boasts about rising circulation numbers ... these were vital, thriving, turned-to institutions. Whether you read these pages wistfully or incredulously (Thriving?) will probably depend on your age. -- Stephen Schenkenberg

[Staff Shelf is an ongoing series where SLM editors respond to what we happen to be reading.]

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