Couldn't Happen to a Nicer Guy

Robert Fisk, noted in equal parts for his sloppiness with facts and his relentless America-skeptic reporting, finds that a sympathetic biography of Saddam Hussein has been published under his name and is selling well in Egypt. He never wrote it, and he tells a good-humored tale of trying to track down whoever did.

He makes a point that he was no lover of Saddam. But he never addresses the interesting question of why, among all the journalists in the world, he would be deemed a believable author of such a book.