First I stumbled upon the title of Isaiah Wilner's book (the title of this entry), then I read the first paragraph from the first chapter of the book..."In January of 1929, the creator of Time magazine lay dying in a Brooklyn hospital bed. He was thirty years old. Briton Hadden did not look like a man with only a few weeks to live. His family had decided not to tell him of his dire condition. But the doctors believed he stood almost no chance. Hadden, who had only just begun the creative revolution that would transform journalism in the subsequent century, had drunk and partied his way to his deathbed."
...And I was hooked. I hate it when authors do that. Read the rest of the chapter here.