Sometime in early 2019, date unknown, Jeffrey Epstein calls James B. Stewart, the journalist he met last year. Epstein wants to know if Stewart could write his biography.
Early this year Mr. Epstein called to ask if I’d be interested in writing his biography. He sounded almost plaintive. I sensed that what he really wanted was companionship. As his biographer, I’d have no choice but to spend hours listening to his saga. Already leery of any further ties to him, I was relieved I could say that I was already busy with another book.
That was the last I heard from him. After his arrest and suicide, I’m left to wonder: What might he have told me?
The New York Times
