In fall 1996, The New York Times Magazine asked me to look into the Clinton haters, and I called Chris, who overnighted me another copy of the report, bigger than ever. Then I went down to Washington to talk to him and his boss, Mark Fabiani. Mark was the opposite of Chris. He’d worked in California politics and wore designer suits, he had a handsome angular face and struck me as a lady’s man. He sat at a big desk next to the window overlooking the White House and spun a "Duke" on his fingertips, the official N.F.L. ball, then...