In a
postmortem, Megan McArdle, a former magazine writer who now labors for Bloomberg
News, writes, “Hearing that New York
magazine can’t make it as a weekly is, for a professional journalist, rather
like being told that your teddy bear has cancer.”
But
something more vital than a comforting childhood relic is expiring. In the age
of being flooded by instant information, as magazines die, Americans are losing
one of their few ways of understanding what it all means.
A
century ago, social critic Lewis Mumford pointed out that, although science and
technology assume constantly increasing consumption of goods and knowledge is
desirable, it can lead to “deprivation by surfeit.”
With increasing
speed and productivity, Mumford wrote, “we have ignored the need for
evaluation, correction, selection and social assimilation.”
Today’s
journalism validates his theory as clearly as do the clogging of highways, the
overwhelming of air-traffic control and the breakdown of political discourse.
We are in a hurry to get somewhere without being sure of the destination and
how to keep from falling over one another.
Relegating
magazines to dentists’ waiting rooms and airline flights morphs them into the
same kind of time-killers as the media causing the confusion.
In
the half-obituary for New York, as
cynics smarmly cluck over the passing of “dead-tree journalism,” a retired
practitioner may be forgiven for lamenting what Americans are losing in their
psychic landscape.
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