I greatly enjoyed a novel written by investigative journalist Murray Sayle called A Crooked Sixpence. which was published in 1960. I still have my copy on my shelves. It was an often amusing exposé of Sunday tabloid journalism, probably with a slight period flavour today.
Reading his obituary in The Times today, I learnt that the editor of The People where Sayle had worked had taken exception to the novel. Sayle was sued for libel and all copies were pulped.
As I recall I was given mine by a media contact who wanted to warn me about the seamier side of journalism and dissuade me from it as a career.