One of the first things Esquire writer Chris Jones told his audience gathered in the Herg last Tuesday afternoon is that he has a reputation for being a dick. “This is a safe room. You can say whatever you want,” Jones said. “Later, if you bash me on Twitter, I’ll work to end your career.”
Jones writes because he doesn’t like talking much. And when he writes, he writes for magazines, not books. He didn’t go to J-school. In high school, teachers told him he should be a writer. But he got an undergrad degree in politics instead. And then a masters in urban planning. Go figure.
After what he claims was the worst job interview of all time, Jones got hired at a Canadian newspaper and became one of 12 inexperienced writers who worked under one enthusiastic editor. Though Jones’ roots are in sports writing, he now works under his contract with Esquire, for which he writes six feature stories a year.