Interviewing Janet Malcolm To interview the interviewer, you need a mirror. She's trading privacy for peekaboo. Janet Malcolm writes the questions that she answers. Her apartment had the air of "New York Writer": The cat, the glass-top table, a park view; On the far wall, facing us, an ornate mirror. Her cat, and not her id, caused the disorder; (This poem is partly false and partly true); Janet Malcolm writes the questions that she answers. The cat was just one detail in the picture. The table was classic Mies van der Rohe. Outside, the reservoir was a big mirror. That day my objectivity danced with hers, Our "journalistic egos" locked in tango, She rewrote the questions she had answered. She'd interviewed herself, I realized later; I was bystander to a rendezvous. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Janet Malcolm changed the questions she had answered.   Dan Chiasson from Bicentennial, Alfred A. Knopf, 2014 This poem originally appeared on Poem-A-Day newsletter celebrating Poetry Month in April: http://knopfdoubleday.com/newsletters/