‘We accept Christopher’s errancies, his recklessnesses, because they are inseparable from his courage; and true valour, axiomatically, fails to recognise discretion. As the world knows, Christopher has recently made the passage from the land of the well to the land of the ill. One can say that he has done so without a visible flinch; and he has written about the process with unparalleled honesty and eloquence, and with the highest decorum. His many friends, and his innumerable admirers, have come to dread the tone of the “living obituary”. But if the story has to end too early, then its coda will contain a triumph.’
I grew up in Cupertino. I love seeing its name in print. We had the shittiest computers at school.
Ok, if you read one The Daily-related piece today, make it this one.
Meanwhile: Village Voice, The Daily Beast, Daily Mail, LAT, countless local Arizona-based blogs and newspapers…and even fucking me.
We all scooped you NYT and I get it, maybe it’s important to author trend pieces about gyms and the gross excesses of Williamsburg, but why pay reporters and editors salaries if they can’t actually perform their job functions?
UPDATE: Just found this in their archives…from two years ago.
Page One debuts today at Sundance. A documentary covering a year in the life of the New York Times.
“I didn’t feel like I was being interviewed for a job,” said the AP’s Ron Fournier, about the lunch that would lead to his becoming the next editor ofNational Journal.
“It was not a job interview,” said The New Republic’s Michelle Cottle, about meeting Tina Brown for coffee before agreeing to go to work for her at Newsweek.
“It wasn’t an afterthought, exactly, but …” saidGQ’s Joel Lovell, about the job offer from Hugo Lindgren at The New York Times Magazine. The two friends had been talking about how to reinvent the title so much that when they made it official, the moment was a bit of an anticlimax.
Three major media moves of 2010; three courtships best described as “meh.” Can’t a sought-after journalist at least eke out a fancy meal these days?
“The days of going to the Four Seasons and wooing someone are over,” Mr. Lovell said via cell phone from a coffee shop in Brooklyn, where he was nursing a nasty bout of pneumonia.
“Instead you do it over email, or you meet somebody at some crappier restaurant, or over a beer rather than a $300 bottle of wine.”
The expense account days are long gone, it’s true. But what the blizzard of media hirings that closed out 2010 proves is that for the select few publications that have the money to expand, it is a hirer’s market. The media-jobs thaw that The Observer first noted in April has reached a stage that might best be described as like poaching fish in a barrel. Editors like Ms. Brown, Mr. Lindgren and Matt Winkler of Bloomberg News are getting the talent they want, when they want it, and with little foreplay. They are raiding dilapidated shops like The Washington Post—which lost Howard Kurtz, Robin Givhan and Blake Gopnik to Ms. Brown in recent months—as well as powerhouses like New York, where Mr. Lindgren plucked away Sam Anderson and Adam Sternbergh in the quiet days before Christmas.