When Brecher Met Hastings

When The War Nerd was contacted by Michael Hastings for an interview, John Dolan had a dilemma: come clean about his true identity, or lie on the record. He decided to lie.

When I heard journalist Michael Hastings had been killed in a car accident in L.A., I just assumed it would be one of those accidents where a completely fucked-up life intersects a very successful one at high speed. Maybe a car thief running a red light with the cops a block behind, or an idiot with three DUI convictions finally killing somebody.

Famous people do die like that occasionally in L.A., and when they do, tiny reruns of “Day of the Locust” play in the heads of non-famous Californians—little flickers of something that will eventually be expressed as regret but begins in their heads as resentful gloating. I’m comfortable with that reaction, as a rule. The huge gulf between the famous and the unfamous struck me hard and early, right in the face. But there was no gloating—from me, anyway—at Hastings’ death. For one thing, I admired his courage. More importantly, I talked to him once.

Adapted from NSFWCORP Print, issue #4, published June 19, 2013.

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When Brecher Met Hastings

When The War Nerd was contacted by Michael Hastings for an interview, John Dolan had a dilemma: come clean about his true identity, or lie on the record. He decided to lie.

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