Assange's brinkmanship, his ability to pit the press against the press, and to bluff, bargain, and reset the terms of the deal, is unequaled in the history of journalism. He's like Mort Zuckerman reopening a closed business deal, shifting the target, and winning concession after concession. The Assange lesson is that if a source has the brains, the guts, and the leaks, he can take the driver's seat and tell reporters to ride in the trunk.
Ellison poses a couple of questions at the end of her piece that I can't wait to see answered. How much gas does Assange have in his tank? And where will he go to get refills? I hope she gets to write the sequel.
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