Gay Talese reflects on his time at the New York Times, and how wasted everyone at the City Desk was.
I remember my first time in the city, remember the New York Times. I remember one job I had was working late on what they called the rewrite desk. That was where you’re in a rewrite bank of typewriters, and people call in information. Well, some of those rewrite men some of them were so drunk. One time I saw a man whose head fell on his typewriter. This was the center of the New York Times, and he was just out for the drinking. He had a bottle in his drawer.
