

Instead of launching his career by leveraging connections to the established elite, he built his reputation by blogging loudly, and sharply, into the void. Whereas his predecessors were exclusively eastern-seaboard, Ivy-League types, Klein is a California kid from the UC system (Santa Cruz and Los Angeles). He had a marvelous ability for simplifying the complex.”īut Klein adds some new wrinkles to this stock character of Beltway journalism.

“He is able to deftly crystallize an issue without seeming canned or esoteric.” Or, as biographer Ronald Steel wrote of Walter Lippmann, “Readers turned to, not for solutions, but for dispassionate analysis. Klein “focuses on empiricism instead of ideological posturing to engage readers in progressive dialogue,” Natalia Brzezinski wrote in The Huffington Post in 2010. “He is just a good explanatory reporter and writer,” says David Weigel of Slate. Like Klein, these erstwhile wunderkinds rose to prominence during Democratic administrations, took seriously the responsible exercise of power, and acquired reputations as sober-minded truth-seekers in a field littered with irresponsible ideologues. But the same description, more or less, has been applied to a century-old line of (mostly) liberal opinion journalists, from Walter Lippmann and Joseph Alsop to Michael Kinsley and Peter Beinart. Of course, I’m talking about Ezra Klein, the 28-year-old “wonkblogger” whose visage and byline are everywhere these days, from The Washington Post to MSNBC, Bloomberg View to The New Yorker. Washington insiders seek his ear, New York magazines compete for his byline, and older journalists puzzle over how he could master journalism’s technological revolution and the northeastern media corridor well shy of his 30th birthday. Like ripples around a stone, influential circles appear seemingly wherever he dips his toe.
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In a town full of journalistic flop sweat, he glides instead of glistens, handsome enough to make the ladies turn their heads, and affable enough that their boyfriends compete for his attentions, too. He’s impossibly young, infuriatingly accomplished, and impressively wonky.
