I once sent a note to Stephen Glass when he worked at the New Republic saying how much I enjoyed one of his articles, which happened to be about taxi drivers. It was a gripping, even harrowing, piece of reporting on the hazards of being a hack. It was also fake, as were so many of the articles Glass wrote before his serial fraud was uncovered. Glass became the subject of intense scrutiny, a Vanity Fair profile, etc., etc. But he basically disappeared. Now he’s back, as the author of an autobiographical novel called “The Fabulist.” I haven’t posted a link to the book on Amazon.com because I don’t think anybody should buy it. I don’t think anybody should review it, either. I’m in total agreement with a quote from TNR’s Leon Wieseltier, appearing in today’s New York Times story on Glass’s book: “Even when it comes to reckoning with his own sins, he is still incapable of nonfiction. The careerism of his repentance is repulsively consistent with the careerism of his crimes.” Glass inflicted serious damage on a seriously important magazine. Nobody should become an accomplice in his disgusting attempt to profit from what he did.