In the Washington Post, Gene Weingarten writes this nice defense of the late Joe McGinnis, whose career was permanently tainted by New Yorker writer Janet Malcolm, who always seemed a bit creepy to me.
One of the main reasons that there is still doubt about Jeffrey MacDonald’s guilt – 44 years after the crime — is the degree to which “Fatal Vision” was unfairly pilloried by Janet Malcolm, and in a tsk-ing generation of journalistic self-righteousness that followed. It was a great book. It was a fair book. It is Joe McGinniss’s masterpiece. If you are a writer, and you want a clinic in muscular storytelling — how it can and should be done — read “Fatal Vision.”
I have not read Fatal Vision; this makes me want to add it to the pile of unread books that is steadily growing on my bedside table.