Freed from the shackles of corporate publishing, aging editorial wunderkind Jason Epstein has one last trick to show the book business.

There seems to be a shortage of small rich men who want to be press barons. Leonard Stern's selling. Arthur Carter's tempted. Maybe they just need to think bigger.

All hell broke loose when Edmund Morris invented characters for his Reagan biography. But how else could he tell the story of that surreal presidency?

We have entered the Age of the Wing Nut: In politics, just about everything counts more than competence. (So does that mean this columnist has a chance?)

A writer is only one book away from career disaster today. Just ask best-selling author Joe McGinniss what it takes to market a book once the scribbling is done.

The new-media conference circuit has become the "Pilgrim's Progress" of high-tech devotion -- it's a traveling old-boy network, and invitations are the new status symbols.

Everyone is talking about distribution, content, synergy, and succession in the CBS-Viacom merger, but the deal is really Mel Karmazin selling Wall Street a story.

As the summer movies pass into history, it is becoming painfully clear to everyone but the studio executives that the blockbuster, brand-supporting movie is dead.

Forget about writing that adorable book for your kids. Children aren't reading kids' books anymore; now they inhabit personal multimedia theme parks.

Walter Isaacson is reinventing his magazine for an era when the news is dead and presidents don't matter as much as homework.