David Remnick
David J. Remnick (born October 29, 1958) is an American journalist, writer, and editor of The New Yorker since 1998. He received the Pulitzer Prize for General Nonfiction in 1994 for his book Lenin's Tomb: The Last Days of the Soviet Empire (1993). Resurrection and King of the World: Muhammad Ali and the Rise of an American Hero (1998) and The Bridge: The Life and Rise of Barack Obama (2010) are among his other books. Before joining The New Yorker, Remnick the Moscow correspondent for The Washington Post.
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[edit]- This week, the former President, hoping to shift the imagery away from his imminent fingerprinting-and-mugshot session in Georgia, has declared it beneath his dignity to engage in a debate with his rivals in the race for the Republican nomination. Instead, he will subject himself to the feathery inquisition of Tucker Carlson on social media.
Yet Trump, the unwise wise guy, will eventually face less kindly examiners. Although he has long enjoyed the sleazy glamour and cynical counsel supplied by mob-adjacent figures like Roy Cohn, his mentor in matters of conscience and the law, Trump has no code and shows no loyalty. Despite his mobster cosplay, in short, he lacks even a gangster’s sense of dignity. Carmine (the Snake) Persico, for all his many sins, would have found Trump unworthy of the |Cosa Nostra. Before the mafia's disintegration, a boss was obliged to help a fallen or legally entangled soldier. And yet Trump won’t even pay the legal bills of [Rudy] Giuliani, his loyal sidekick. The most lasting image of Giuliani will not be of a valiant public servant inspiring a grieving city but of a cynical mook lying about stolen votes on Trump's behalf while rivulets of hair dye course down his cheek.- "The Mobster Cosplay of Donald Trump", The New Yorker (August 22, 2023)
