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The little volume soon fell out of print, but was not forgotten. "It's the legendary cult classic for White admirers," says Angela Hederman, publisher of The Little Bookroom, a four-year-old small press in the West Village. "It comes into used book stores and is snapped up. It's on the recommended reading list for Columbia Journalism School. It's just one of those well-loved things that you always hear about."
This week, to celebrate what would have been White's 100th birthday on July 11, The Little Bookroom has issued a reprint of Here Is New York. The handsome new edition features an introduction by White's stepson, the New Yorker writer Roger Angell, and two unpublished photos of White. The cover shot captures the author on the streets of Manhattan circa 1935, wearing a fedora and the look of a bird-dog hot on the scent.
In the essay, the legendary stylist roams uptown and down, from the "great rustling oaken silence of the reading room of the Public Library" to the Bowery ("where all you feel is a sort of cold guilt") to the café of the now-defunct Lafayette Hotel on 9th Street, where he nurses a drink and watches the "red brick fronts . . . turning slowly to purple . . . at the end of the day, the way a red rose turns bluish as it wilts." There is no better way to appreciate White's prose, which Luc Sante calls "good enough to bottle," than to sip it yourself. The first paragraph follows:
On any person who desires such queer prizes, New York will bestow the gift of loneliness and the gift of privacy. It is this largess that accounts for the presence within the city's walls of a considerable section of the population; for the residents of Manhattan are to a large extent strangers who have pulled up stakes somewhere and come to town, seeking sanctuary or fulfillment or some greater or lesser grail. The capacity to make such dubious gifts is a mysterious quality of New York. It can destroy an individual or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck. No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.
E.B. White would not have been caught dead reporting in cyberspace, but another veteran of print, Marshall Loeb, is making the leap at the ripe age of 70. In August, Loeb will quit the editorship of Columbia Journalism Review to write a daily column on personal finance and the economy for the Web site CBS MarketWatch.com. He will also be writing a biweekly column on retirement for Quicken.com and filing dispatches for CBS Radio.
Loeb started his career after World War II, working his way up from foreign correspondent for United Press International to business editor of Time to longtime editor in chief of Fortune magazine. And like a pro, he timed his move to the Internet to coincide with the release of the July/August issue of CJR, whose cover line reads: "Surprise! Pay for Journalists Is Going Up."
Writer Anne Colamosca reports not only that U.S. journalists as a group are making 50 percent more than they did 10 years ago, but that some of the best-paid hacks are those who cover business and technology for online publications. According to the article, a midlevel reporter for the Wall Street Journal's online ventures earns $55,000; a senior editor for CBS MarketWatch.com can bring home $95,000.
Loeb, who will continue to write a magazine column for CJR, insists that print media and the Internet can coexist in the same universe. "Our salvation lies not in the printed word," he told Press Clips, "but in the word, in all of its media manifestations. I've long said that I have no particular allegiance to the printing industry, the paper industry or the postal service. If we can do our work and it shows up on an electronic screen, that's fine with me."
CJR publisher David Laventhol will assume the additional duties of editorial director for an interim period, at the end of which Laventhol and Columbia Journalism School dean Tom Goldstein will appoint a permanent editor. They face the perennial challenge of trying to beef up advertising while cutting expenses. Asked to comment on rising salaries in the industry at large, the departing editor of CJR said, "Thank goodness. It's about time."
It's all well and good in the fantasy world of South Park, when the kids let forth a stream of stereotypes and obscenities. But is it harmless when a talk show host like Don Imus promotes stereotypes about black people?
Philip Nobile, a freelance writer based in Brooklyn, thinks not. Nobile charges that Imus and his guests have said things throughout the basketball season that should raise the hackles of sportswriters sensitive to race issues especially someone like David Remnick, the rightminded editor of The New Yorker.