The most comical figure in this story so far has to be novelist Paul Auster, who professes like Claude Rains in "Casablanca" to be shocked-- shocked!-- at the Paris Review CIA revelations. Curious that the CIA rumors were floating around for years and well-connected intellectual Auster, who knows so many people in the lit-biz, never heard a thing.
(This the writer who pushes the philosophy that everything that happens in the world is mere coincidence.)
We can put Paul Auster in the George Plimpton category. Either he's being disingenuous-- or he's an idiot.