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Bob Levey’s Larry Felder, Candidate

For more than 40 years, Bob Levey wrote for The Washington Post as a reporter and columnist, a robust career at one of the country’s top newspapers (including being in the middle of the glory days of Woodward and Bernstein).

When he took a buyout in 2004 at age 58, he made forays into running nonprofits and teaching. From 2006 to 2009, he held the Hardin Chair of Excellence at the University of Memphis in the Journalism Department, so he knows this town fairly well, having talked to civic clubs about journalism and what was going on at U of M.

But still, there was that itch: Levey wanted to write a novel. “Writers write,” he says. “And this book was in me, looking for a way to get out.”

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Doing what smart authors do, he wrote about what he knew. “My career in journalism possessed me to write it,” he says. “I’d been thinking about the news business, about politics. I do my best work in the shower, and there I was in the shower and I said why don’t you write a book? And I said, Okay. And by the time I got down to my toenails, I had fleshed out what I wanted to say.”

Larry Felder, Candidate‘s plot follows award-winning journalist Larry Felder who, at 56, has achieved much in the field. But he also wants to be in Congress. He abandons his secure career and jumps into his district’s race where, because of his fame and reputation, he enjoys a comfortable lead over his closest primary opponent. Naturally, complications ensue.

The book is something of a civics lesson in the electoral process as well as a celebration of classic print journalism, the kind with aggressive investigative reporting and snark in the newsroom. The sort of newspapering that, sadly, exists more in history than in the present.

“I love local news,” he says. “In many ways, local news is more accurate if you want to know what’s really going on in the world.” But the decline of the local press is painful for Levey.

“It’s a disaster,” he says. “Some big newspapers are being rescued by the likes of Jeff Bezos and Carlos Slim, the Mexican financier. But local news coverage is disappearing because it doesn’t fit with some overarching marketing plan or with where they think their circulation base is going to be, and that’s terrible because nobody’s going to pick up the slack for that, unless it’s a couple of 400-pound bloggers sitting in a bathtub somewhere, and that’s not good enough.”

Of course there’s the World Wide Web, making information available instantly throughout most of the world. But Levey’s not sanguine about it. “The internet cannot do what good local newspaper coverage can do,” he says. “It hasn’t been monetized or it hasn’t been set up to try to do that.”

Levey went to work at the Washington Post as a general assignment reporter in the Metro section in 1967. Legendary editor Ben Bradlee hired him and to this day, Levey salutes him for what he taught and for standing by his reporters. And if you want a sense of what Bradlee was like, Levey suggests the 1976 film All the President’s Men. It famously stars Robert Redford and Dustin Hoffman as Woodward and Bernstein, but the late Jason Robards took the role of Bradlee and, Levey says, nailed it.

“I’ve never seen an actor inhabit a character the way he did in that film,” Levey says. “I knew Bradlee for decades, and Robards got him cold — the voice, the intonations, the body language, the way he curls his mouth, the way he puts his right foot up on the edge of the desk in the newsroom when he’s talking to you. It’s just perfect.”

The film’s producers recreated the newsroom in California, and they wanted it authentic, right down to the trash. “So for weeks, we put our garbage into big cardboard barrels that were shipped to California and strewn around the mock newsroom. The closest I’m ever going to get into Hollywood stardom is seeing some of my Styrofoam coffee cups in the movie. Authentic trash is my middle name.”

Levey will sign copies of his novel Larry Felder, Candidate and discuss his time at The Post, Watergate, writing, and the current state of journalism on March 22nd from 4 to 6 p.m. in Spain Auditorium in Buckman Hall on the campus of Christian Brothers University, 650 East Parkway South. The event is free and open to the public.

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Opinion

Rating UM President Shirley Raines

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University of Memphis President Dr. Shirley Raines is leaving in June. I was only on the campus a dozen or so times during her years, and often as not it was for a press conference involving football or basketball or the athletic director. So I did not follow her career first hand, but I disagree with those who are saying her biggest failing was the on-campus stadium issue.

Tellingly, it was former Mayor Willie Herenton who first broached the idea of a new stadium, in a surprise announcement during a press conference on New Year’s Day that wasn’t even staffed by the daily paper. At no time after that do I remember the university’s A-List donors to the athletic department publicly clamoring for a new stadium to be built on campus or anywhere else. Rather, there was support, admittedly tepid, for keeping the home field in the Liberty Bowl Stadium and fixing it up. If Mike Rose, Fred Smith, and Brad Martin had joined Harold Byrd in his call for a new stadium then Raines would have signed on too, I believe. Instead she threw it to a committee. Big deal, that is pretty standard procedure.

The biggest disgrace of the last 12 years was the Derrick Rose entrance exam farce. All he had to do was give a sample of his handwriting, which he refused to do, to clear up the matter. So the university athletic department leadership and administration including Raines backed Rose’s sham play and jumped on the NCAA and the testing services. Rose was soon gone, with John Calipari following, and the NCAA sanctions at about the same time. The administration’s response should have been, “Young man, make what choices you must, but if you are part of this university know that we will in no way be complicit in any shenanigans or cover-up involving your entrance tests.”

My visits to the university for academic affairs were few and far between, but I always thought the campus looked very nice and I would have been proud to have sent my children to school there if that had been their desire. Dr. Raines has a couple more months before she leaves, and it isn’t realistic to expect current faculty and staff to objectively evaluate her years. So I asked my friend Bob Levey, the former Washington Post columnist who held the Hardin Chair of Excellence in Journalism, for his thoughts. This is what he wrote.

“During Shirley Raines’s ten years as president, The University of Memphis could have slid toward becoming a community college. The deck was totally stacked. UM didn’t have the right friends in Nashville. It didn’t do as well as it might have in fundraising. And its students didn’t seek the liberal arts curriculum as much as they should have. President Raines fought valiantly—and quite successfully—against all three of those problems. She shored up departments like art, journalism and history when so many were saying that they didn’t produce jobs (they have, they do, they will). Besides, she steadied the ship during a recession that really socked UM students and the city. I give her very high marks.”

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Do’s and Don’ts of Competitive Bridge and Bridge Whores

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The big convention of the American Contract Bridge League, which has its headquarters in nearby Horn Lake, Mississippi, is in town this week. Thousands of players, supposedly including Warren Buffett and Bill Gates, are at the tables over at the Memphis Cook Convention Center.

My friend Bob Levey is also there. Bob is a former columnist for the Washington Post and a former journalism instructor at the University of Memphis. He is also a very good bridge player and has been after me to write something about bridge, which I will now do, and in return I expect him to write something about the Memphis City Council, which will make sitting through a bridge marathon seem easy.
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I play bridge but not the kind they play in this tournament, which is called duplicate. Same players play same hands, so the cards don’t matter. In party bridge, on the other hand, it’s all about the run of the cards, the compatibility of the couples, and the host’s supply of snacks and liquid refreshments.

Here are some helpful do’s and don’ts of tournament bridge.

If you run into Bill Gates, don’t say “Hey Bill, can I borrow your iPad?”

If you run into Warren Buffett, do say in a loud voice “Man, I can’t believe the Dow just fell 1000 points in the last five minutes” and see how he reacts.

Don’t wear sunglasses and a baseball cap and talk about “the flop” or “the river” or going “all in.”

Do, however, ask people if they will, for the right sum of money, be your partner for a few hours or even fly to your home town and meet you at a hotel to play games. In bridge, this is known as “consulting” although it is ok to refer to it as being a “bridge whore” in the right crowd.

Don’t say “Oopsie, these clubs look so darn much like spades that I mixed them all together. Is that all right?”

Don’t fist bump your partner after making a contract. A chest bump is much better.

Do wear team t-shirts while at play and at play. Don’t, however, make up insulting chants about the other teams’ parentage, ethnicity, or IQs.

Don’t burst out laughing if someone at your table says that big pyramid across the street is empty but is soon going to be a giant Bass Pro Shops.

Don’t say “director” unless you mean it.

Do try to execute finesses, coups, end plays, and squeeze plays.

Don’t mistake the barbecue served outside the meeting rooms for the real thing.

Do revel with self-satisfaction in the intellectual superiority of this form of March Madness, but don’t miss the Sweet Sixteen pre-game show.

Do come back.