I thought that Catch and Kill by Ronan Farrow would be a book about Harvey Weinstein, and it is, kind of. Although he is a figure of lurking menace that skulks through the margins like a tumor, Weinstein isn’t the central antagonist. Really, Catch and Kill is a book about the complicity of self-preservation. I have a problem with finishing a lot of non-fiction books. Usually I hit page 200 and stop caring. At that point, many authors have run out of interesting things to […]