I am on the phone with Edward Rogoff, whom I have not seen since we were both 12 years old, living on the same block in the Bronx, playing "stoop ball," a game that exists, so far as I know, only in the Bronx and only in the past, played only among pre-adolescent Jewish boys too uncoordinated to succeed at real sports. I phoned Edward out of the blue after discovering that he has become a respected author and a professor of business theory.
Me: I need your professional advice. I'm willing to trade it for my professional advice.
Me: I see you have written a book titled "The Entrepreneurial Conver-sation: The Powerful Way to Create Mutually Beneficial, Long-Term Business Relationships."
Me: My friend, that is a title designed to not move books off the shelf.
Edward: And it has lived up to that strategy brilliantly!
Me: My professional advice is to change the title.
Me: "Breasts: A Pictorial History."
Edward: Great. We'll do it for the next edition. So, how can I help you?
Me: You can tell me I am not doomed. You can tell me how the newspaper industry can save itself.