Don’t blame the fact checker – a worthwhile look into article publishing. The source may surprise you.


Opinion

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The truth and accuracy of magazine stories rest with the reporter

One day a few weeks ago, amid the media furor over the demise of stories at Rolling Stone and New York magazines, I did what one does in this enlightened age of communitarian values: I hastened to Twitter to speculate, with like-minded total strangers, on the what and why of the two escapades. The majority of the views shared that day merit only a superficial review. Journalistic standards had slipped. Editorial motives were suspect. Things used to be better. Or not. Twice in a single missive, I typed the word “never.” Once in all caps.

One aspect of the conversation, however, stuck with me. The failure of the two stories — one chronicling an alleged sexual assault at the University of Virginia, the other about a supposed stock-trading whiz kid at Stuyvesant High School in New York — hinged, to an extent, on lapses in fact checking.

Fact checking is the editorial process by which publications review stories for factual accuracy prior to publication. Magazine reporters submit a list of sources to the checkers with contact information or transcripts for anyone quoted in the story and sources for each of its factual points. The checker then goes through the piece, line by line, and verifies everything in it, from the GDP of Mauritius in 1928 to the spelling of the writer’s name. It is editorial grunt work, painstaking and thankless and performed by entry-level youngsters or people with a hard-backed disposition, the kind for whom the job’s willful ignorance (“Can you get me a source for that spelling of Barack Obama’s name?”) comes naturally. Fact checkers leave nothing to chance, accept no assertion at face value and, at their best, catch and correct many mistakes before they make it to the angry eyeballs of the reading public, famished for reportorial gaffes.

A veteran and accomplished magazine journalist was among those taking part in my Twitter chat that day. In his view, the fact checking process at Rolling Stone, or what he knew of it, seemed rather too chummy.

“Best fact checking I’ve faced,” he wrote, by way of contrast, “feels almost hostile. It’s not. It saves your ass.”

I have spent portions of my career not only as an editor and writer but also as a fact checker. This makes me something of a rarity in the publishing world, where most fact checkers remain in that role. It also means that I have an in-depth understanding of magazine fact checking, how it works and what it’s supposed to do. And I can say, with some authority, that my Twitter friend’s description is wrong in almost all its particulars.

First of all, let me be clear: Every part of the magazine editorial process feels almost hostile. That’s because it is. The hapless folks who make magazines today are no different from any other American worker. We live in an era of sublimated office rage. The checker attempting to verify that Brad Pitt wore black on the day, six months earlier, when you shadowed him on a morning stroll through Beverly Hills, should be held to no higher standards of behavior than anyone else.

An additional morsel of tension, however, can surface when the checker discovers larger quantities of errors in a story. I’m not talking about deception by the reporter. Real dishonesty, of The New Republic’s Stephen Glass or The New Yorker’s Jonah Lehrer variety, has been and remains extremely rare, despite media reports to the contrary. But honest mistakes are common. As are embarrassing missteps (Dec. 7, 1941, is generally regarded as a day that will live on in infamy; Dec. 7, 1948, less so), laziness in one’s math (“median” ≠ “average”) and shoddiness of sources (“I got it from Wikipedia”). The very things the checker is badly paid to uncover and bring to the reporter’s attention. Shocking as it may seem, reporters do not always appreciate the scrutiny of their efforts.

Years ago, in the early stages of my publishing career, I fact checked a story about oil exploration in Venezuela, written by a highly regarded journalist. (Fact checking side note: No correlation exists between the prior achievements of a journalist and the number of errors he or she makes in a given story. In fact, the opposite is typically true. The better known the journalist, the greater the number of mistakes.) This particular reporter had done well enough by himself to hire an assistant to handle the minor details of, well, reporting his story. (Second side note: Practically everything the reporter-with-assistant offers to a fact checker will be wrong, which will require not only corrections but also a structural overhaul and lots of rewriting. Perversely, this reporter, often communicating with the checker via the assistant, will resist the changes with the greatest gusto. Way of the world.)

Magazine journalism is a factory process. Fact checking represents a single station in the production chain, but not one on which truth or accuracy can be manufactured.

Anyway, this story included some in-depth technical descriptions of heavy-oil drilling in Venezuela’s Orinoco Belt, along with equally intricate explanations of global oil price systems as well as a few minor ruminations on the politics of Venezuela’s now deceased President Hugo Chávez. Complicated stuff. Much of the story had to be rewritten (see second note), and as we neared publication, interactions between the reporter and me — his assistant stopped talking to me pretty early on — had grown a little strained. Eventually, things deteriorated to the point that we stopped communicating altogether and the reporter called his editor, essentially my boss, to complain.

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