Scott Shane, of the New York Times
A native of Augusta, Georgia, Scott Shane has made a solid reputation for himself as the "Man Who Knows Just Enough." Just enough about himself to be modest yet confident. Just enough about National Security to have trouble sleeping at night. Just enough about global warming to sell his beach home in Pismo Cove for a song. And just enough about the fictional Inspector Denis Nayland Smith to keep an abacus with him at all times.
Shane has authored a dozen spy novels under the nom de plume of Ricardo Klopstock, featuring protagonist Jack Jackson, born without pinky fingers and with an aversion to peppermint. Four of the novels have been turned into starring vehicles for Dame Judi Dench. The other eight are still up for grabs.
While at the Baltimore Sun Shane was sent to Russia to look into the adulterated caviar racket and to interview the last known Crimean War veteran. With a nose for news that would put Pinocchio to shame, Shane ignored his editor's orders and instead produced a series of brilliant essays on how to make the perfect blini. For this journalistic coup he was awarded the Green Bay Municipal Contract for Waste Disposal two years in a row.
His many other awards are equally as pretentious.
Since 2004 Shane has reported on National Security issues for the New York Times. His life has been threatened so many times in the course of his reporting that he routinely disguises himself as a defrocked sommelier when on assignment.
Shane likes to tell young reporters who are just starting out that "You can't fry an egg without breaking a sweat." He also likes to remind editors that "Your mother wore a fanny pack."
He divides his time between a mountain cabin in Omaha, Nebraska, and a refurbished herring barrel on Mott Street in New York City.
He is available for weddings, bar mitzvahs, and vegan barbecues.
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