For nearly twenty years Robert H. Phelps ran interference for, cheered on, and sometimes scolded star reporters and top editors at the ""New York Times"". Starting his career as a cub reporter for the ""Providence Journal-Bulletin"", Phelps joined the ""New York Times"" as a copy editor, eventually serving as the ""Times"" news editor for the Washington bureau. Along the way he struggled with balancing his moral ideals and his personal ambition. In this compelling memoir, Phelps interweaves his personal and professional experiences with some of the most powerful stories of the era. With candor and keen observation, Phelps chronicles both the triumphant and the tragic events at the ""Times"". He explains the missed lessons of the ""Pentagon Papers"", why the ""Times"" played catch-up with the ""Washington Post"" on the Watergate scandal but eventually surpassed it on covering that seminal story, and how the ""Times"" failed to report a key element of the riots at the 1968 Democratic convention. Phelps offers mixed appraisals of such luminaries as A. M. Rosenthal, James B. Reston, E. Clifton Daniel, and Max Frankel, and expresses great admiration for Seymour Hersh, Neil Sheehan, and Bill Beecher, three unlikely scoop artists. As Phelps settled in at the ""New York Times"", journalism became the religion he had searched for since his adolescence. Over his tenure of nearly two decades, however, Phelps found that journalism's stark emphasis on fact was insufficient to address many of life's dilemmas and failed to provide the sustaining guidance he envied in his wife's Catholic faith.
