Middle Life with Drugs

The David Carr memoir disturbs me in ways I can't yet figure out completely.

While I really think that everyone owns their life story and gets to put it down anyway they wish to (even as a fictionalized memoir, sorry Oprah), I have trouble when it is a Times reporter who gets twice blessed by the Times. The pain Carr caused his family (including almost killing his twin daughters) is profound, and I think figuring all that on a couch might have been best.

It seems he wants to get paid for behaving badly and being in pain and that the Times provided him with a platform. What else is there to say but that is how the game is played these days?