Hilarious. Poignant. Inspiring. That’s how early readers are describing Finding the Story. It follows a shy, anxious child as he discovers the rowdy world of journalism – and spends the rest of his life on a quest for fame, adventure and perhaps a few shreds of dignity.
This is my sixth nonfiction book — and a long-overview memoir. Its fundamental message of hope and resilience will sneak up on you slowly. Most of the early chapters are packed with the frenzied missteps of a young guy in a hurry, unsure of his goals but deeply determined to get there.
Yes, that was me, way out of my depth as a 26-year-old foreign correspondent, knocking back shots of vodka with some very sketchy Soviet “bankers.” That was me riding on the roof of a mountain bus in Nepal with an exciting new girlfriend, hoping we didn’t both get killed.
Often battered, never quite crushed, I learned a lot about how to bounce back from trouble — and somehow keep moving forward. There’s a “LinkedIn version” of my life that includes sharing in a Pulitzer Prize and publishing a New York Times bestselling book. But that’s not really what this book is about. Instead, it’s a diary of all the private hopes and struggles that never appear on our official bios.
Eventually recklessness gives way to patience; bravado yields to generosity. I become a coach helping others succeed instead of trying to hoard success for himself. The biggest transformation comes in the book’s final pages. That’s when I finally finds the clarity (and the humility) to write deeply about my father’s courage during World War II. Sometimes the biggest heroes are the people we’ve known forever.