YOU TALK TOO MUCH

I’m just about finished with the Jill Abramson story, aren’t you?

It’s easy to see why the NY Time’s former executive editor’s sudden, rude dismissal became such a media cause célèbre – it’s a lot like the old record business phenomenon where songs about the radio and d.j.’s are guaranteed to generate radio play – the same goes for media-related news stories in the media -- but the story is played out. 

The real details are unlikely ever to be revealed in direct/followed by cross-examination detail, scrutinized and tested as they might be in a courtroom.  And who cares anyway?

It’s a soap opera between, among and versus the highly compensated and the eternally self-regarding.

The imbroglio reminds me exactly of every corporate firing I’ve ever experienced first, second or third-hand.  A congeries of curs handling knives of differing sharpness, playing hands of varying strengths.  But, as in the movie Highlander, “there can be only one.”  In our materialistic world, the last person standing is usually the one with the most money.

The funniest part of the story is Arthur Sulzberger’s apparently grave discomfiture at Jill Abramson’s interview on Alec Baldwin’s show.  Ugly and trivial stuff on every level.

I used to know Jill during her late high school years and through college.  I always liked her a lot and have immense respect and admiration for what she has achieved professionally.  But I can easily imagine her grating on colleagues.  She’s often sarcastic and cutting and can be imperious.   I don’t think her voice is that unusual either.  She speaks as she’s always spoken.

I assume Arthur Sulzberger hasn’t lost and won’t lose a lot of sleep about any of this.  Being a billionaire must be great for your somatic well-being.

What should keep him up nights is the fact that the newspaper he runs, which was once a gem,  has been terrible, almost unreadable, for years and continues to decline. 

Even this high-profile story probably hasn’t added a single sales digit to his deteriorating bottom line. 

The fact that all of this public recrimination is occurring against what must almost certainly be a backdrop of confidentiality and non-disparagement clauses makes me kind of cringe as a lawyer.

 

Joe Jones: You Talk Too Much (Link)

The Jill Abramson-Era New York Times ("The Years Of Shame") -- The Westboro Baptist Church of the Left

The "Jill Abramson Era" of the New York Times has already been ineradicably marked and irrevocably ruined by the publication of the shameful Paul Krugman piece, "The Years Of Shame," on the morning of September 11, 2011, the 10th anniversary of the attacks on New York City, Washington and Pennsylvania. 

           By their coldness, crudeness and cruelty, Krugman, Abramson and the Times have shown themselves to be the Westboro Baptist Church of the Left. 

     A short, sad, stupid transit to Journalism Perdition. Or, as we might have said when Jill and I were kids (I knew Jill then; she used to be nice), "Fascist Journalism Perdition." 

    (But we wouldn't have said "perdition” then; just "Fascist Fascist Fascist . . .", having no idea what the word actually meant and implied about power, its mechanics and uses, but filled with energy and righteousness.)

If Jeffrey Dahmer "committed journalism," his name would be Paul Krugman.  Jill Abramson, his enabler and supporter, would be his "moll" -- a dead-end job if there ever was one.