I've read a whole lot by George Plimpton. Oddly enough (or not oddly), nothing in his high-end, literary Paris Review magazine, celebrating its 60th anniversary. Just his books, in which, despite his lack of skills, he famously participated in professional sports -- playing the most important, and therefore most risky position, where the most could go wrong, and always did with him -- and then wrote utterly wonderful, intelligent, insightful, touching and hilarious works about what it was like to be a professional athlete, truly humanizing them. "Participatory journalism" was a phrase pretty much coined for Plimpton.
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