Remember when mortgage lenders were gatekeepers?
I had a very weird initial experience with Busted: When I got the galley a couple of months ago, I for some reason started reading in the middle. Before long I was sincerely puzzled: Did the New York Times really pay so poorly that Ed and his also-gainfully-employed wife couldn't make the mortgage payments on a $450,000 house? Then I leafed back a few chapters and saw the reasons: divorce, alimony, child support.
This time around I started at the beginning, but was soon confronted with Ed's decision to volunteer for duty in the Times's Baghdad bureau and its dire consequences for his first marriage. If I tried something like that without months and months and months of spousal consultation, banishment to the basement would be about the mildest punishment I might expect. (And I live in a Manhattan apartment building, where moving to the basement means moving in with the super.)
















