Remember Chris Rose who was a Pulitzer Prize finalist for his personalized reporting on Katrina and the Federal Flood? His decline and fall is the subject of a very fine profile in the Columbia Journalism Review by Michael Patrick Welch. It’s a poignant piece but also illustrates Rose’s self-absorption, which part of the reason for his downfall. He’s a very talented writer whose other main talent is bridge burning. I know that sounds harsh but my encounters with the man were quite unpleasant. I’ll leave it at that. I don’t believe in kicking a man when he’s down even if he is his own worst enemy.
The epic discussion we’ve been having on NOLA Twitter reminded me of Jeffrey’s classic 2006 takedown of Rose when he was on top, and the latter’s belated response and admission that he’d snubbed my main man Ashley Morris. It just struck me that Ashley has been dead for nearly 7 years. 7 fucking years.
Chris Rose has gone from the toast of the town to the talk of the town, so I’ll give the Pretenders the last word:
