“Money is human happiness in the abstract; he who can no longer enjoy happiness in the concrete devotes himself entirely to money.” —Schopenhauer The Lewis Lapham story, as recounted in his earlier books, Fortune’s Child and Money and Class in America, is that of a rich boy who, having been exposed as a reporter to...
“To write a criticism of one’s self would be an embarrassing, even an impossible task.” —Heinrich Heine This autobiography pretty much confirms the impression left by an occasional reading of Carl Rowan’s columns over the years: a decent enough fellow, earnest but smug, amiable at times but given to portentous and endless scoldings about “hidden...