I’m Bad at Vacationing

I just spent the past several days alongside a lake in upstate New York. It was kind of cold and the ratio of spoiled-yappy-dog-to-human was an unfavorable 1:3. I prefer something closer to 0:1.

So, faced with the choice between embroilment in family drama over joint appliance purchasing and accompanying a sailboat captain with zero experience, I slunk over to the room used as a library. I had with me an enormous tattered copy of The Trust, a history/biography of the Ochs-Sulzberger clan, the owners of the New York Times.

Whatever you think about that particular paper is largely irrelevant about this book. Its authors delve deeply into the business of news (see also “Backstory” by Ken Auletta) and the sociopolitical role of such a dynasty as the Sulzbergers’. The period of the book encompassing the 1950s-60s mirrors the social environment of my new favorite show, Mad Men (which started its second season last night – hooray for OnDemand).

The trade paperback edition is over 800 pages long, and I still have 100 some pages to go. But in reading it, I have a slightly more favorable outlook on the resilience of the newspaper industry, a better idea of the industry in general, a stronger dislike for high society, and another winner to add to one of my many nonfiction shelves.

And I’m bad at vacationing because the scenery in upstate New York is absolutely gorgeous, but my head was buried in this book most of the time.

Copy editor woes

The Newseum’s missing section (NY Times)

 

Published: June 16, 2008

I went to the Newseum, a shiny new building in Washington that news companies and foundations have erected as a shrine to their industry. Since it’s my industry, too, I thought a museum, where sacred relics and texts have been placed safely in the equivalent of a big glass jar, might make me hopeful about the future.

“Where’s the section on copy editing?” I asked the guy at the entrance.

He wasn’t sure. “Try Internet, TV and Radio, on the third floor.”

“For copy editing? Newspaper copy editing?”

He checked with a colleague. “News History, on five,” she said.

Ouch. Copy editors are my favorite people in the news business, and many I know are still alive and doing what they do. As it happened, I couldn’t find anything about them on the fifth or any other floor. A call later confirmed that the museum has essentially nothing about how newspapers are made today, and thus nothing about the lowly yet exalted copy editor.

I was one for a long time, and I know that obscurity and unpopularity are part of the job. Copy editors work late hours and can get testy. They never sign their work.

As for what they do, here’s the short version: After news happens in the chaos and clutter of the real world, it travels through a reporter’s mind, a photographer’s eye, a notebook and camera lens, into computer files, then through multiple layers of editing. Copy editors handle the final transition to an ink-on-paper object. On the news-factory floor, they do the refining and packaging. They trim words, fix grammar, punctuation and style, write headlines and captions.

But they also do a lot more. Copy editors are the last set of eyes before yours. They are more powerful than proofreaders. They untangle twisted prose. They are surgeons, removing growths of error and irrelevance; they are minimalist chefs, straining fat. Their goal is to make sure that the day’s work of a newspaper staff becomes an object of lasting beauty and excellence once it hits the presses.

Yeah. Presses. It has probably already struck you how irrelevant many of these skills may seem in the endlessly shifting, eternal glow of the Web.

The copy editor’s job, to the extent possible under deadline, is to slow down, think things through, do the math and ask the irritating question. His or her main creative outlet, writing clever headlines, is problematic online, because allusive wordplay doesn’t necessarily generate Google hits. And Google makes everyone an expert, so the aging copy editor’s trivia-packed brain and synonym collection seem not to count for as much anymore.

The job hasn’t disappeared yet, but it is swiftly evolving, away from an emphasis on style and consistency, from making a physical object perfect the first time. The path to excellence is now through speed, agility and creativity in using multiple expressive outlets for information in all its shapes and sounds.

As newspapers lose money and readers, they have been shedding great swaths of expensive expertise. They have been forced to shrink or eliminate the multiply redundant levels of editing that distinguish their kind of journalism from what you find on TV, radio and much of the Web. Copy editors are being bought out or forced out; they are dying and not being replaced.

Webby doesn’t necessarily mean sloppy, of course, and online news operations will shine with all the brilliance that the journalists who create them can bring. But in that world of the perpetual present tense — post it now, fix it later, update constantly — old-time, persnickety editing may be a luxury in which only a few large news operations will indulge. It will be an artisanal product, like monastery honey and wooden yachts.

It would be nice, at least, to thank the copy editors on the way out. But after visiting the Newseum, I know what I have suspected for a few years: if newspaper copy editors vanish from the earth, no one is going to notice.

A Role Model, Finally

Up until a few days ago, almost all of my female role models have been fictional. But how can the superhuman skillz of Alice from Resident Evil, or the self-deprecating inner monologue of Clarice Starling, really apply to a productive nonfiction female life?

Enter Ms. Valerie Plame Wilson.

I had the grand privilege of meeting this brilliant woman at the College Media Advisors conference at the Marriott Marquis in New York City this past Saturday. The center of the CIA fiasco a la Scooter Libby, which should have felled a certain Karl Rove, Plame put into no uncertain terms the unspeakable corruption of the Bush administration and how decades of the same you-scratch-my-back crowd has greatly hindered the intelligence community and therefore the security of the United States of America.

You know, nothing big or anything.

You could tell two things from her 40-minute lecture: a) that she was speaking more or less directly from the book she was hocking for $28 at the same time, and b) that she knows a fuckton more than she was letting on. She must seriously have an IQ of 200 or something. My friend asked her about the threat that Iran poses, and she did all but laugh. And then added, “A dirty bomb is far easier, cheaper, and likely.” Then we shook her hand and went on our merry way.

The conference as a whole was fairly informative, however, some uberegotistical toady from broadcast media gave the closing address two days later, and I wanted to vomit all over his tasseled loafers. The tripe he spewed about media being a product (call me an optimist, but I’m in favor of it being a public service) was canceled out, fortunately, by the wit and wisdom of Adam Goldstein of the Student Press Law Center, in his evaluations of the state of student media today. But that’s another story.