Except It’s Not Called Newsweek
Posted on | November 21, 2010 | 5 Comments
“In this climate, there should be room for a general-interest magazine to reinvent the old middlebrow formula. There should be room for a magazine that counterprograms against the ceaseless ephemera of much of the online world and offers things you will remember, a magazine that doesn’t endlessly chase buzz, that isn’t coastal urban journalists writing ceaselessly for each other, that doesn’t aim for insider-ish horserace gossip when covering politics, that doesn’t chase the same upscale liberal audience that every other media outlet is chasing.”
— David Brooks, New York Times
If you actually want a magazine like that, it won’t be edited by a celebrity-mongering cosmopolitan trans-Atlantic expatriate Brit like Tina Brown.
A great magazine might have first-hand reporting from Afghanistan, with contributions from thoughtful writers like Roger Scruton, Quin Hillyer and Paul Johnson. A truly great magazine might point out the idiocy of dimwit celebrities like Meghan McCain, or introduce readers to the brilliance of Hillaire Belloc.
Such a magazine would offer a year’s subscription for just $49 — and might occasionally employ a freelance journalist clever enough to point out that a subscription to the American Spectator would make an excellent Christmas gift for that special someone on your list.