Ending Open Secrets—Both Inside and Outside the Newsroom
This is a decisive moment for women, and also for the journalists investigating their accounts.
“You have me riveted,” reads the incoming text. “How long will you be in NY?”
Later that evening, my phone lights up again: “Reading with pleasure.”
The next ping: “Exquisite pleasure in fact.”
The man writing me these texts was James Toback. He’d struck up a conversation earlier that day at The Harvard Club in New York, where he’d spotted me sitting alone with a cup of tea, typing away at my laptop. Might he share my table? Might he ask my name? What brought me to town?
, I told him. I’d just published a novel. Well, fancy that. He was a movie director. Had I ever seen ? He and Jessica Chastain were tight, he informed me; she would be
