The New Yorker today posted the review they did in 1974 of Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein’s All the President’s Men. https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/1974/06/17/and-nothing-but-the-truth

I can still see the big TV in front of me. I was lying on the floor my head propped up on one arm. Maybe I was smoking a cigarette in the other hand. It was 1968. June. I was home in our family living room. My father was behind me in a chair. There wasn’t tension between us that day. But there was often tension between us then. Like a lot of fathers and sons then, we saw things differently. Why don’t you guys at school get a haircut? I think the army might do you some good. Not that day though. Bobby Kennedy, our New York Senator Kennedy, was on the train to Arlington. 

‘I loved going to the library. It was the first time I ever saw Black newspapers and magazines like JET, Ebony, the Baltimore Afro-American, or the Chicago Defender. And I’ll never forget my librarian.’
                                     ― John Lewis, March: Book One

                 It still seems to me the most crucial thing.

Margaret Sullivan the media columnist at the Washington Post has a brand new book talking about the lack of local journalism and the big need for it. From 2004 to 2019, 2,100 newspapers in the United States have gone out of business. https://apple.news/A-HYqy6fpTQ-ztlpL7DCaZw

A good piece in yesterday’s Los Angeles Times about independent bookstores out there, and the recent intense interest in diversity. The article also mentions the since 2009 there has been a 35% increase in the number of independent bookstores in the country: https://www.latimes.com/entertainment-arts/books/story/2020-07-16/los-angeles-independent-bookstores-diversity

‘Nothing in the world is like this-
a bright white page with
pale blue lines. The smell of a newly sharpened pencil
the soft hush of it
moving finally
one day
into letters.’
― Jacqueline Woodson, Brown Girl Dreaming