Photographed for the New Statesman at his office in Manhattan, NYC by Vincent Tullo

Don’t call him the Jackal. “The Jackal thing doesn’t interest me,” he had told another interviewer, and I didn’t want to bore him. Andrew Wylie, 75, is the agent around whom the New York literary world has had to orient itself for four decades now.

Andrew Wylie’s rules for life comes via ChinaTechNews.com.