In a four-decade career at the Times, Mr. Tolchin worked his way up from a job as a copy boy — he made $41.50 a week in the 1950s, based out of a smoke-filled newsroom where many reporters kept liquor bottles at their desks — to become a city hall bureau chief and congressional correspondent, scrutinizing power plays and backroom machinations on Capitol Hill.
“She came from academia — she was writing tiny, marginal notes. I come out of a newsroom, so I had a big red pencil and just tore through it,” he told Washingtonian magazine in 2011. “When I looked up, she wasn’t pleased. I realized there was more than a book at stake here. Now when we give back chapters, we always start with a lot of praise: ‘This is really brilliant, but if I can make one tiny suggestion …’ ”
Martin Tolchin was born in Brooklyn on Sept. 20, 1928, to a family of Jewish immigrants from Russia. His mother was a homemaker, and he was 14 when his father, a furrier, died of a heart attack.
In search of a new profession, Mr. Tolchin turned to journalism and landed a job at the Times in 1954. He got his start as a reporter while writing about family life for what was then known as “the women’s page,” and covered Mayor John V. Lindsay before moving to the Washington bureau in 1973. A decade later, he received the National Press Foundation’s Everett McKinley Dirksen Award for congressional reporting.
“We didn’t do it to be cute,” he told The Post at the time. “We thought it’d be interesting to get a superspy to review a book about a spy.”
Plus, he added, “The price was right”: Ames was barred by law from accepting payment for the piece, although Mr. Tolchin said he would not have paid him anyway.

