There's never been another journalist quite like I.F. Stone. He got his start as a newspaper reporter and editorialist in Philadelphia and New York City in the 1920s but received little attention until the early 1950s, when he launched a four-page political newsletter with the unadorned name I.F. Stone's Weekly. (Born Isador Feinstein, he'd adopted the surname Stone in 1937 to evade his anti-Semitic critics.) The Weekly survived until 1972, earning "Izzy" powerful admirers and detractors, as well as less influential readers who knew they could learn something fresh from his painstaking reporting informed by a politically progressive sensibility. Unhindered by "on the one hand, on the other hand" pseudo-objectivity, the Weekly made its reputation by outing government and corporate liars, frequently relying on documents that other journalists had overlooked. Stone's gutsy, relentless reporting played a role in ending Senator Joseph McCarthy's reign of anticommunist terror, and information he uncovered about Richard Nixon's paranoia helped Washington insiders and outsiders alike realize that the president's decisions were based on something other than logic. Though Stone refined many of the techniques used by contemporary investigative reporters, it was his love of troublemaking and "hound-dog tenacity," as Myra MacPherson puts it, that truly set him apart from his colleagues. "He simply didn't give a damn if he was an outcast."