On October 31 the author of Truth to Power wrote to Sonny Mehta, the Editor-in-Chief of Knopf, urging him not to publish How to Survive a Plague, a book attacking the New York Native, because it is riddled with falsehoods and basically written by a disgruntled, sociopathic former employee of New York Native with a personal vendetta. Here is the letter and Mehta's response follows it. After that you will find the response from Charles Ortleb to Mehta.
October
31, 2016
Ajai
Singh “Sonny” Mehta
Editor-in-Chief
Alfred
A. Knopf
1745
Broadway
N.Y.,
N.Y. 10019
Dear
Mr. Mehta:
I have been fortunate enough to locate a copy of galleys of your
forthcoming book by David France, How to Survive a Plague. I fear that
if you go through with the publication of this book, France's very dishonest
work will end up in the same category as James Frey's A Million Little
Pieces. As you know, the publisher of that book ended up having to refund
money paid by many of the book’s readers. I think that a careful
reconsideration of this book will result in you deciding that it is not worthy
of the Knopf imprint.
As you may know, France began his association with New York Native as a low-level employee
of mine back in the 80s. Frankly, his employment was so unremarkable that I
barely remember him. A lot was going on then and he was not a part of the vital
working of my newspaper. My jaw dropped when he was promoting his documentary four
years ago and I read in a December 12, 2012, New York Times interview: “In 1982, he had his first byline as a journalist,
writing about AIDS for The Gay Community
News. A year later, he joined The New
York Native, another newspaper aimed at the gay community, as its news
editor. ‘I edited Randy Shilts,’ he said. ‘I typeset Larry Kramer. You don’t
edit Larry Kramer.’” Hired as news editor? That is simply not true. Edited Randy
Shilts? Huh? That is an overstatement at best. And I was amazed when he said he
had typeset Larry Kramer because "you don't edit Larry Kramer." Yes,
you don't edit Larry Kramer because that was never his job, except perhaps in
his imagination. I wondered if France is some kind of grandiose pathological
liar. He needs to pretend he was an important person at New York Native? What’s wrong with him? It was a really dumb
unnecessary lie to tell and I wondered what was up. In an age when people like
Brian Williams have career setbacks for this kind of lying, I wondered why
France would take such a silly risk. Was France headed for the Wikipedia entry
on journalistic scandals that includes people like Stephen Glass and Jonah
Lehrer?
Knopf is apparently promoting France’s book as “a classic in the
history of AIDS.” You seem to believe that you are about to publish a sequel to
Randy Shilts’s And the Band Played On.
I think Randy would be rolling over in his grave. I had my differences with him
but he was in no way a chronic liar like France. (Ironically, France even
misquotes the editor of Randy Shilts’s And
the Band Played On.)
In the summer of 2013, I received word from one of my former
employees that France was attempting to interview many of the people who had
worked for me at New York Native. Not
only editors and writers, but even business people and ad salespeople. Based on
his interactions with that former employee, both I and that former employee had
a sense of what he was really trying to do. The pattern became clearer as he
approached other employees in an often rather oily, flattering matter. He would
begin his interviews under the pretext of wanting to get their stories about
the epidemic and their work at New York
Native, but inevitably the real purpose of the interviews and the vendetta directed
at me came out. One employee who distrusted him refused to answer his emails.
Another only answered a handful of questions by email. Others generously gave
of their time and now are not so happy they did so. Had they understood fully
what the twisted France agenda was, I don’t think they would have been willing
to cooperate. Even though they seemed to have been used by France for purposes
of gathering usable anecdotes (mostly cherry-picked and distorted) about me,
they themselves were also unfairly portrayed in brief anecdotes that failed to
tell the world the vital role they played in my organization.
After ridiculously portraying our office as a cockamamie place of
“bitchy infighting,” (page 122) France diminishes Tom Steele, someone who was
virtually my editorial right hand, by telling a story (clearly intended to be
iconic): “When tempers crested dangerously, Tom Steele, who oversaw our sister
magazine, Christopher Street, played
the role of peacemaker, walking through the office with colorful paper crowns
to bestow upon the Evil Queens of the moment. A crinkled coronet could defuse
the dankest turpitudes.” (“Dankest turpitudes”?) He turns both Steele and our
former business manager, who helped keep us going for years into deluded “yes-men”
who were suckers for my “obsessions” and “neuroses” (his words). These are
deliberate malicious misrepresentations of smart, serious, dedicated people with
integrity who, during very dark times, helped New York Native earn its place in history. And unlike what France
posits in his book, Michael Denneny, who played a major role in helping me
start my publishing company, has never said that he regretted the way he
marketed Randy Shilts’s book at St. Martin’s. I feel bad that other people were
the collateral damage in his rampage against me. France’s creepy treatment of
these people are tip-offs that France is a man in want of a conscience.
From the moment France introduces me (page 60) in the insinuating
description (“blond-haired and lithe” with a “low-level fear of dying”) it is
obvious that his agenda is to present me as someone who ran the newspaper by
his daily bizarre whim and was some kind of silly impressionable presence with
no real moral or intellectual compass. By the time this young man walked into
our office I had already established myself as the first serious gay literary
publisher with an eye for major literary and intellectual talent, and the first
publisher and editor-in-chief of any
newspaper in the world to realize that AIDS would be a major story and made
it the central issue in our newspaper. A number of reporters covered the AIDS
epidemic for New York Native, but I worked
with them no less closely and intensely than editors like Ben Bradlee and Don
Hewitt. My
determination to make New York Native
the paper of record and conscience of the epidemic was rewarded by David Black
writing in Rolling Stone in 1985 that
“The gay press—with the exception of the New
York Native, which deserves a Pulitzer Prize for its comprehensive coverage
[of AIDS ]—hasn’t been much better than the straight press.” Randy Shilts wrote
in And The Band Played On, “Because
of the extraordinary reporting of the New
York Native, the city’s gay community had been exposed to far more
information about AIDS than San Francisco in 1981 and 1982.”
The
person that David does his hatchet job on in his book is not the person
described in Rolling Stone in 1989
(four years after France mercifully left us). Katie Leishman wrote, “It is
undeniable that many major AIDS stories were Ortleb’s months before mainstream
journalists took them up. Behind the scenes he exercises an enormous
unacknowledged influence on the coverage of the medical story of the century.”
(Not bad for a lithe blond). She quotes the editor of one AIDS medical journal
as saying “He is regarded as a major AIDS player. They may joke about the Native in public, but when Chuck Ortleb
asks for something, they hop.” Such was the power of the cartoon character
portrayed in Frances vendetta-riddled book. By manipulating and distorting
information (when not making it up) France tries to turn a publisher and
editor-in-chief who wanted his readers to know every last detail about what was
happening in the epidemic into someone who “put his readers in grave danger.”
(page 68). Nothing could be further from the truth.
I am aware that after France used my newspaper as a stepping stone
to the rest of his career he wrote a few books and seems to have had some
moderate success. I never really thought much of him as a writer while he was
with us for something less than two years, so I didn't pay much attention to
his work in the eleven years we remained in business following his departure. In
January, 1997, I was reminded of his existence when I was told he had given a
party to celebrate the demise of my paper shortly after we went out of business
and he actually invited some of my staff.
I was quite surprised. I thought that celebrating the death of a newspaper was
rather odd. It put him in bed basically with the activist group ACT UP, who had
proudly voted for a boycott of my newspaper. (Subsequent to the boycott, piles
of our newspapers often mysteriously disappeared from bars and other locations
where they were made available to the gay community.) I wondered if David was a
card-carrying member of ACT UP or just a passionate fellow traveler. I remember
when I heard about the party, I thought "Wow, he really hated us. Who
knew?"
Now that I have seen the deeply flawed and fraudulent book he has
stuck you with, everything about France is clear.
As luck would have it, shortly before I received the galleys for
his book, I was working on material for a forthcoming book on the political
philosophy of epidemiology and science and I was exploring the idea that
science itself can become sociopathic. In the process I had become familiar
with the nature of sociopaths. Like many I may have had a passing familiarity
with the topic in the past, but as I read two rather trenchant books on the
malady ( Martha Stout’s The Sociopath
Next Door and M.E. Thomas’s Confessions
of a Sociopath), I became better informed about what a clinical sociopath
is and it became obvious what France’s issues are.
As I noted, David was a fairly unremarkable employee. After coming
on basically as a typesetter he started appearing as a "contributing
writer" which was a title we gave to anyone at our little
publication, including typists. If we’d had a janitor in those days at our
newspaper-run-on-a-shoestring, he would have probably been rewarded with some impressive-sounding
title on the masthead. That's how little newspapers work. We did not, however,
hand him the title of “news editor” when he began working for us.
At the time of his employment at the Native, France must have been in his twenties. I was in my
thirties. I had already become a major figure in the gay community after
founding Christopher Street, the
world’s first serious gay literary magazine. I took a leadership role second to
none in raising awareness about the epidemic and had to fight many in my own
community in the process. Despite the inaccurate impression France gives on
page 68, from the very beginning my editorial commitment to covering and getting
to the bottom of the truth about the epidemic was not particularly good for
business. Even though advertisers and ad salespeople complained, it was just
the right thing to do, driven by a concern for the community and society in
general. The impression France tries to give is that my motivations were
personal and selfish because that fits in with his pre-ordained hostile
narrative.
While running two publications, I also oversaw the stories about
the epidemic. I was determined to make the epidemic the New York Native signature story. I experienced it as a serious
obligation that had fallen into my lap. I spent a good portion of the day on
the phone with government scientists, academic scientists, gay community
leaders and major figures in the media. I think that there are a few people
still alive from that period who will testify to the fact that I was a dynamic
leader at my company. I was also a creative person who wrote poetry and lyrics
when I had time. And thanks to a sense of humor that many people are familiar
with, I wrote many of the cartoons which appeared in Christopher Street. I recount all of this because I think it helps
explain France’s deep-seated problems.
The best explanation for France’s pathological dishonesty, and his
treatment of me, is that, unbeknownst to me and my colleagues, the vaguely
insipid and humorless young man who I don’t remember very well from that
period, must have been what is called a “covetous sociopath.” His book seems to
be the fulfillment of a thirty-three year old dream of doing to me what
covetous sociopaths do to their targets while their targets often don’t have a
clue that they are in the crosshairs of a sociopath.
Martha Stout describes a “covetous sociopath” in her book The Sociopath Next Door:
Since it
is simply not possible to steal and have for oneself the most valuable
“possessions” of another person−beauty, intelligence, success, a strong
character−the covetous sociopath settles for besmirching or damaging enviable qualities
in others so that they will not have them, either, or at least not be able to
enjoy them so much . . . . The covetous sociopath thinks that life has cheated
[him] somehow, has not given [him] nearly the same bounty as other people, and
so [he] must even the existential score by robbing people, by secretly causing
destruction in other lives. [He] believes he has been slighted by nature,
circumstances, and destiny and that diminishing other people is [his] only
means of being powerful. Retribution, usually against people who have no idea
that they have been targeted, is the most important activity in the covetous
sociopath’s life, [his] highest priority.
Were I a religious person I would get down on my knees to thank
God that I happened to have been studying sociopathology when I acquired the
France galleys. Otherwise I might not have fully understood that I had been
targeted by his vengeful demons and why.
In his book, France talks about being envious of his roommate’s
creativity. I think the word “envy” is a keyhole into France’s nature and
problems. He also mentions being in reparative therapy for his homosexuality.
That was the wrong issue for him to be dealing with. He needs reparative
therapy for his pathological lying and the delusional grandiosity that leads
him to think he was of any serious importance at the New York Native.
Unfortunately, there seems to be no reparative therapy for
sociopathology.
I believe that a serious and honest appraisal of the New York Native would conclude that is
was one of the most important newspapers in the 20th century. It must gall a
covetous sociopath like France that he was in no way part of that
greatness. The New York Native was
great despite France's achievement-challenged presence for less than two years.
One gets the impression from France’s book that, like many
sociopaths, a kind of laziness kicked in and rather than do a detailed analysis
of what happened at the New York Native after
he left in 1985, he chooses to throw a bunch of groundless insults up against a
wall in hopes that something will stick. In one of his farewell paragraphs
about the New York Native he writes,
“Chuck Ortleb’s paper had sunk even deeper into paranoid convolution in recent
years, infused with his now solid conviction that HIV and AIDS were a twisted
hoax concocted to sell AZT and enrich Big Pharma, while the real culprit
stalking the community was, depending on the week, either African swine fever
virus, untreated syphilis, a brand-new herpes virus, mysterious “virus-like” particle recently
discovered by a young Army researcher, or some combination of them all.” This
libelous mishmash could not be further from the truth. What he calls “my solid
conviction” was a conviction invented in his imagination. And his cheap attempt
to make it seem like we careened from one absurdity to another reflects either
his failure to read the paper (which I strongly suspect) or a deliberate lie
(which is probably also the case). Supposedly, France made his ACT UP movie
with footage housed at the New York Public Library. It’s a shame he didn’t stop
by whatever room in the library that houses New
York Native on microfilm, because he clearly doesn’t know what he is
talking about. And clearly doesn’t want to.
As for the sleazy drive-by charge of paranoia, this is business as
usual for sociopaths who are famous for trying to gaslight their victims. The
sociopaths are the good sane ones in the equation, and their targeted victims
are out to lunch. France’s timing with this nefarious project could not be
worse. Thanks to Art of the Deal
co-author Tony Schwartz’s warnings about Donald Trump, a big chunk of our country
now is aware that this is how sociopaths operate. (Memo to any member of the
Knopf staff who suddenly experiences a wave of fear that France is a fraud. You
are not being paranoid.) Thanks to writers like Martha Stout more and more
people know that sociopaths exist on a wide spectrum of failure and success.
They can run hedge funds, run for president or even snooker a major publisher
into thinking that they are honest journalists and historians.
France doesn’t want you or his readers to know that the final years
of New York Native were of historic
importance thanks to the persistent and detailed reporting of John Lauritsen, Neenyah
Ostrom and others. In addition to covering the shoddy research used to rush
approval of AZT, incidents of scientific malfeasance at the CDC, we were second
to no other news organization in detailing the fraudulent nature of the
“science” coming out of the laboratory of Robert Gallo. We were also the first
newspaper to cover the Chronic Fatigue Syndrome epidemic on a regular basis. We
even published three books on Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Just as I decided to
make New York Native the paper of
record on AIDS, I made it the Native’s
business to be the paper of record on the AIDS-related virus called HHV-6 and
the AIDS-related pandemic of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. I thought it was
painfully obvious that Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and AIDS were intertwined and
intimately linked to the HHV-6 and every
day it is looking more and more like we were on the money. To call our
groundbreaking reporting on those issues an expression of “paranoid
convolution” is an outrageous libel not worthy of a serious historian or
journalist. Not only were these major stories when we reported on them, but
they have all been vindicated by developments that occurred after we went out
of business.
On page 368, France writes glowingly about the historic moment
that ACT UP member Peter Staley stood up at a one of the group's
meetings, and after a litany of complaints about the New York Native,
called for a formal boycott of the newspaper, a move that threatened to cut the
gay community off from all critical, investigative and independent reporting on
the AIDS epidemic that didn't parrot the AIDS establishment or ACT UP party
line. France notes that Staley found my editorials "befuddling."
France, if he had read them, would not have found them "befuddling"
in the least. They were written so that even people who are not the brightest
bulbs, like France and Staley, could understand them. Later in the book, on
page 514, France writes, "Staley fell unexpectedly into the thrall of
methamphetamine." I plead guilty to not writing editorials that would be
crystal clear (no pun intended) to the kind of people who either "fell
unexpectedly," or even "expectedly" into the "thrall of
methamphetamine."
On January 23, 2014, I received a rather
disingenuous email from France:
I hope this note finds you and Francis
well. It has been such a very long time since we have spoken, my apologies, but
I have kept up with your news from time to time through Patrick or Michael
Denneny or Tom, who I had the pleasure of visiting recently.
I’m writing to see if
your schedule allows for a phone call in the coming week. I made a documentary
on a little corner of AIDS activism, called How to Survive a Plague, and am
following up with a book (Knopf) on the broader response of the community in
New York to the crisis. I spoke with Michael yesterday about my interest in
reporting on the signal role the Native played. He believed you would be very
interested in helping me remember those years, and told me in fact you are
poring through much of that material for your own book. I would have reached out
earlier, but it was only from him I got your contact data.
Might I be able to
borrow you for about an hour, at your convenience?
Knowing what I was dealing with, I had no intention in helping a
sycophantic shyster “remember those years.” This is what is known as handing a
sociopath an axe, and I, of course did not comply. What is puzzling about this
email is that it kind of gives the lie to the two sentences he uses to dispose
of me in his book. On page 368 he writes “Chuck Ortleb, one of the first and
most pivotal activists in the plague, was now a tarnished footnote. It was the
sad denouement of a brilliant man. What AIDS did to others virally it did to
him intellectually. Though he continued in business for many more years, the Native only attracted the tiniest
readership. I never saw Ortleb again after that. Few of us did.” On page 514 he
gives his final sad bon voyage,
“Chuck Ortleb, who had taken the Native into
battle and then turned it against phantoms, left the public stage altogether.”
Really?
Were readers to mistakenly trust France, they would think I was in
the Bermuda Triangle with other “brilliant” publishers gone bad. If the people
who are supposedly in touch with me had been asked what I have been up to, (or
if France had access to something called Google) he would have been able to
inform his readers that a year after we went out of business, Rubicon Media
published Iron Peter, a work of
satire about the people like David France, which one writer called “The Animal Farm of AIDS.” The next year
Rubicon Media published The Last Lovers
on Earth, a collection of stories about the political and cultural state of
a gay community bamboozled by people like David France. And that was followed
by a novella called The Closing Argument which
is really the first work of fiction in history to take on the racial politics
of the AIDS epidemic. All of these books are available on Amazon. In 2005 I
co-directed a feature-length movie based on three of my stories also called The Last Lovers on Earth. And it is also
available for viewing on Amazon. Most people have found the comedy about the
AIDS establishment and AIDS activists to be hilarious. But it would no doubt
befuddle France.
If that is not enough public stage activity, since 2005 I have been
overseeing a online news site called “HHV-6 University” which has continued the
work begun at New York Native on the
overlooked scientific connections between HHV-6, AIDS, Chronic Fatigue
Syndrome, and numerous other emerging public health problems. None of these
were “phantoms” when they were covered in depth at New York Native. And they are dramatically less so now. (Don’t take
my word for it, have an intern check all this out for you.) I have never stopped
being on the cutting edge of the biggest medical and scientific story of our
time. But all of this post-denouement activity threatens the sociopathic narrative
of a man who used Knopf to go postal on his former boss.
Sensitive
readers may notice something very odd about France’s writing that they can't
quite put their finger on. They will be picking up on what could be called
"sociopathic prose," which is a term coined to reflect a peculiarity
Martha Stout notes about sociopaths, namely "they know the words but not
the music." "Dysfunctional affect-language
interactions" is a diagnostically more sophisticated
expression for this which can be found in a paper by Blair et al. in Biological
Psychology (August 2006). In weird passages in his book, like when he has
my face appearing in the dreams of a man in bed with a fever (page 117) or when
he writes a howler like he found his "natural place on the androgyny
quadrant of the gender matrix," or that he felt he was "swelling
toward confrontations," or that my editorials were "rich
with professions of doom and rage," one senses something more disturbing
than just a predictable hack. He knows how to push the buttons of what he must
assume is a politically correct readership. And given that AIDS is an
emotionally loaded subject which is supposed to make all heads bow in
unison, he knows how to put on a good show of empathy with the sob sister
cant of a professional fake. Some of his writing seems to have wandered in
covered in "the dankest turpitudes" from novels (or something)
written in another century. People who fall for this stuff will positively
swoon when on page 509 a man gives France "the kiss that Pericles gave
Aspasia to awaken the Golden Age." But I could care less about
the goofiness of a liar's prose. It is the dishonesty of this poseur that
matters here.
At
some point I read that France’s book had been optioned as an ABC miniseries. It
would be a very serious mistake for ABC or anyone else to build a miniseries
around such a fraudulent mess. I find it especially an appalling prospect that
one of the main characters in a filmed version of this tissue of lies would be
me. I do think there is a major film that could be made of the book but the
focus should be on the character of France. It would make for very dramatic
fare if the arc of the story involved a young sociopathic journalist who began
his career at a gay newspaper, succeeded in moving forward surreptitiously in
the media world and achieving some success without anyone realizing how
dishonest he was and that he was driven by the disconcerting motivations of a
sociopath. It could show how the gay community, which can be kind, forgiving
and a little naïve, is often blind to the sociopaths in its midst. In the final
section of the movie he could fool the top publisher in New York into
publishing his hatchet job on his former employer under the pretext that he is
writing a major work of history and journalism. In the end, because his former
employer refuses to be victimized by him, the sociopath is exposed and lands in
the place sociopaths (like Trump) usually end up: the dustbin of history. The
movie might be called “The Talented Mr. France.”
At
the time I learned about France’s vendetta-driven trail of interviews for his
book,
I
was myself working on a multi-volume history of the AIDS epidemic. A major
section of it was to be the history of New
York Native. When I realized what he was up to, I decided to prepare the
history of New York Native for
publication on the same day as France’s book. When I learned your book would be
out on November 29, I decided to make that the publication date of my book, Truth to Power: New York Native 1980-1997.
My book will act as an antidote to France’s egregiously dishonest account of
the New York Native. In no way should
an unreliable “journalist” who has defrauded you into publishing him be allowed
to have the last word on such a seminal newspaper that spoke truth to power.
As
you ponder what to do about France’s book, I would like to make a constructive
suggestion. Before you take the risk of having a book like Frey’s A Million Little Pieces on your hands
and end up having to give refunds to people who purchase the book, consider the
Rolling Stone solution. As you know Rolling Stone published a story about a
rape at the University of Virginia in November 2014, and as the editor of Rolling Stone wrote “the truth of the
story became a national controversy.” The editor, in trying to figure out what
went wrong, asked the Dean of the Columbia School of Journalism to put together
a team to “investigate any lapses in reporting, editing and fact-checking of
the story.” I would respectfully suggest that you do the same before you take
the great risk of hurting Knopf’s reputation. I suggest you ask the Dean of the
Columbia School of Journalism to form another committee to vet France’s book to
determine the following:
1. His sources and methods.
(Did he tape all his interviews?)
2. The vetting process at
Knopf.
3. How was the book fact-checked?
Was anything even checked?
4. Was Knopf aware that
France had serious psychological issues with his former employer that might not
make him the most objective historian of New
York Native, its publisher and employees?
5. Did France lie to his
editor and publisher during the writing of this book?
I
think that if you did such an investigation it would show the world that Knopf still
has outstanding editorial standards and is unwilling to carry the water for
egregiously dishonest authors.
Having
the Columbia School of Journalism look at France’s book might be a historic
moment in journalism. If they confirm the general dishonesty in his book about New York Native, it might serve as an
object lesson in what happens when a sociopath slips under the radar into the
world of journalism. By the way, according to one study, it turns out that journalism
is one of the ten top professions that sociopaths are drawn to. One day
France’s book might serve as a major textbook in the study of socipathology’s
effect on journalism. France may yet ultimately achieve his goal of having a
major mark on history.
You
may have seen the recent movie Denial
about the David Irving libel lawsuit against the writer who called him a
holocaust denialist. As you may recall, in the decision against him the
presiding judge said that Irving “for his own ideological reasons
persistently and deliberately misrepresented and manipulated historical
evidence.” I am contending that France for both psychological and ideological
reasons has “persistently and deliberately misrepresented and manipulated
historical evidence.”
I know that for many publishers, given the financial
issues involved in a book like this, there would be an inclination to look the
other way or even try to defend the indefensible. But I am hoping that in order
to protect the integrity of the Knopf name, you and your colleagues will do the
right thing.
Sincerely Yours,
Charles Ortleb
Former Publisher and Editor-in-Chief
Christopher Street and New York
Native
cc:
Steve Coll
Pamela Paul
Seymour Hersh
Jann Wenner
Calvin Reid
David Remnick
Malcolm Gladwell
Hilton Als
Darryl Pinckney
Fran Lebowitz
Roz Chast
Christopher Bram
Andrew Holleran
Stephen Holden
Colin Norman
Will Schwalbe
Jeffrey Seroy
Claiborne Smith
Charles McGrath
Dwight Garner
Michiko Kakutani
Judith Thurman
Robert Silvers
Jonathan Galassi
The Response from Sonny Mehta
Sincerely,
The Response from Sonny Mehta
Dear Mr. Ortleb,
Thank you for
writing. Almost everything surrounding the issue of AIDS is complicated
and controversial, and differences of opinion and interpretation will
arise, and your letter only confirms that. It’s clear how deeply felt
your views are. Obviously,
though, your book has given you a chance to express those views and
opinions at length for public consumption, which is as it should be.
Sincerely,
Sonny Mehta
Chairman and Editor-in-Chief
Alfred A. Knopf
The Response to Sonny Mehta
Dear Mr. Mehta,
The Response to Sonny Mehta
Dear Mr. Mehta,
Thank you for responding to my letter about David France's book, How to Survive a Plague. Given that you are one of the smartest men on the planet, I doubt that you will be surprised that I found your response to be pro forma. It basically sounds like it was written from the heart of an attorney. I stand by what I wrote in my letter. David France's book is essentially a vendetta-driven character assassination of me and my newspaper, New York Native. I have little doubt that honest and diligent historians of AIDS and journalism will ultimately judge France to be a classic covetous sociopath and will put him in the same category as David Irving, the man who also distorted history.
The publication of How to Survive a Plague raises serious questions about the state of ethics and publishing standards at Knopf. I hope that there is a nagging voice in your conscience that will ultimately motivate you to refund the price of How to Survive a Plague to anyone who was hoodwinked into purchasing France's massive fraud. This is not just about the competition between my book, Truth to Power, and his. One of these books is a tissue of lies. And it is not mine.
Sincerely,
Charles L. Ortleb
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