We learned growing up that the difference between a mythic place and an equally swell or even better place was often that the mythic place had better writers working for it. Because the Wolfe pack has a branch in Greater Detroit, we have become familiar with the city and its hinterland over the past year. What we learned early on was that the actual city bore almost no resemblance to what stuff we read in the broadsheets. (We know. What were we thinking? Reporters? Feature writers? Facts?). So on the very weekend of Detroit’s sad collapse into bankruptcy we were happy to be reading Mark Binelli’s take on Motor City. Binelli, who writes for Rolling Stone, a periodical we have avoided all our life, is a Detroit (suburban) native who gets it right and tells it in best School of Tom Wolfe (no relation -ed.) style. We blitzed through it speedily and found ourself wishing at the end that Cincinnati desperately needs a writer that good to rejigger both our national and our self images.