The other day, I was talking Mad Men , which we both watch religiously, with my 60-year-old dad. “There’s something off about it,” he said. “For all the attention to detail, they miss the point.” Heresy! What my dad was getting at, I think, is something that even those of us who like the show have suspected on occasion. It’s what I think of as The Titanic issue: we read and read about the exact replication of every stateroom fitting, each dish, each…
