I think Henry has a very good point about e-mail interviews. They are better than nothing, but I have problems with them. A couple years ago, a kid from my old high school wanted to interview me and I kept trying to get the kid to do it by phone instead of by e-mail because, although it was to my advantage to do it by e-mail, I was trying to convey to him that it wasn't to his advantage to do it that way if he really was interested in finding out what it's like to be a journalist. Now since it wound up in the alumni quarterly and my classmates ended up seeing it, I am very glad we wound up doing it by e-mail because I write much better than I talk and I was able to get my points across very clearly. But there was certainly no give-and-take, no challenges, no provocation, no surprises. It's very much like a prepared statement, you've basically ceded control to the interviewee. We lose so much that way and the interviewer is working with one hand tied. There is a colleague of Vaccaro who has a rare gift for getting people to be themselves, for getting them to forget the recorder is on, for getting them to say things they normally wouldn't say. This is what should be the goal, rather than basically getting someone to write an essay for you -- eloquent but canned.
For instance, I'd want to challenge Vaccaro and say, "Well, you say your relationship with Lupica ended when you went to the Post. What kind of relationship did you have when you were in Newark? Did you interact at all when you were a young columnist in Middletown -- a writer's paper that allowed audacious, emotional writing that was sort of Lupica-esque -- and you were finally in a spot to introduce yourself at, say, a playoff game? Is he busting your balls now because you're at the Post and that's what the two papers do to each other all the time or because he considers you a threat? Have you and he talked about it?"
It's funny. A bunch of years ago two guys I knew way back got jobs as rival SEs in a town that was new to them both. They knew each other a tiny bit from conventions, that kind of thing. One of them said to me, geez I wanted to have lunch with him, he won't give me the time of day. I wanted to say, he liked you fine when you were a thousand miles away, now he wakes up in the morning wanting to beat your ****ing brains in, not be your lunch date.