Saturday, November 16, 2002
mailbag - filling to overflow and growing as big as Michael Steinhardt's backside, which is itself as large as a public house - contains the odd gem. An interested reader writes as follows:
You guys are fun on the Sun.
But why bother? That is, if you were an actor
I'd have to ask: "What's your motivation?"
Put simply, Brad Olson
believe in the preservation and betterment of life, while Seth and Ira holler for its dimishment and degradation. Their views strike us as repugnant, and they themselves strike us as worthy of banishment from the moral community. We are motivated by outrage.
A few related rants:
On Seth and Ira's initial threat of launching the Sun
, commentators predictably noted Seth Lipsky's ability to groom young, untried writers to produce a readable paper. This is hardly a talent. 100 years ago, assignment editors would place a crayon in any opposable thumb willing to take receipt, regardless of training or age. An older journalist, however, would presumably decline to disport themselves as Daphna Berman
did recently, smearing the antiwar movement
. (Note: we only postulate Ms. Berman's youth on the appearance of her backbone not having yet calcified.) Seth's preference for younger writers seems more a preference for a more servile staff, if not a simple matter of economy.
We have commented in the past on Ira Stoll's casual bigotry and naked class contempt. Stoll, a recipient of hundreds of thousands of dollars in parental subsidy - in education alone - seems genuinely convinced that he has not only triumphed by virtue of his superiority, but that he is "semi-intelligent
." This is a staggering overestimation. Stoll has applied his improbably ferocious stupidity to all manner of questions in the Sun
's pages, never once attaining readability or uttering more than a fraction of a thought. Imbecility twinned with vanity is a very ugly sight.
As for the rest of the Sun
's staff, particularly its younger constituents, we have only the warmest wishes. The job market being what it is, we wish them luck in disassociating themselves from Steinhardt's bestiary as quickly as is practicable. And we of course wish Rachel Donadio well in her quest for the perfect couch.
Friday, November 15, 2002
Ira Stoll emerges from the barnyard astride one of Michael Steinhardt's newer hobby horses. That steed, however, is plainly deceased. Imbecilic dispatches yesterday
had Seth and Ira fuming over the denial of tenure to a Brooklyn College professor objecting to "a one-sided panel examining international affairs following the September 11 attacks" convened by the school. At bottom, it's a riff on the shopworn theme of alleged leftist occupation of the academy, a conservative paranoia at least 40 years old. Steinhardt's errand boys never stop to wonder at the remarkable inefficiency of the left's supposed academic brainwashing operation, waged to piss-poor results as America drifts ever rightward. It's almost as inefficient as Seth and Ira's $20 million effort to have themselves taken seriously.
Condolences again go out to Norah Vincent, the synonym junkie who is still bidding readers of her vanity site to "look for future NY Sun columns here on Wednesdays." Another bunk controversy falling well within her bailiwick is documented by others.
Wednesday, November 13, 2002
TOMORROW’S SUN CORRECTIONS PAGE TODAY
In November 13’s “What’s Your Favorite Book About New York?” feature, the head writer of Comedy Central’s ‘The Daily Show’ was identified as Ben Carlin. His last name is actually Karlin
are sure the Sun regrets the error.
Last week, Emmett Tyrrell’s effete effort (helpfully but tardily reprinted here
) was all about how he was wrong on the elections, coyly apologizing for having wrongly predicted that the Republicans would only do very well in the November 5 election, as opposed to extremely well. (Personally, I got no complaints about the results out here
.) We hope Em
will not be quite so coy
should he decide (in light of current events
) to apologize for this
piece of prognostication.
Tuesday, November 12, 2002
Seth and Ira
continue to commit grievous outrages against accuracy, headlining an Adam DiFallah piece
, "Speaker at Fortune Conference Insists Zionists Are ‘Subhuman’," despite the piece stating explicitly that the speaker referred to the "Zionist lobby." The deliberate confusion of political interest group pursuing a dubious program with a religious-ideological community is the latest Sun
obfuscation, and one of its more infamous.
Elsewhere, the two surpass the above low-water mark by talking approvingly
of "subjugating" ones "enemies." The warcry lists Palestinians, Vietnamese, and Iraqis as "enemies," and Seth and Ira have issued numerous howls of execration in re: Saudis, Red Chinese, Iranians, and pretty much the remainder of the slant-eyed and rag-headed world. What a way to demonstrate your humanity, boys.
Today’s New York Sun, the paper which gives you more coverage of New York than any other, has two stories about Princess Diana’s butler
(accused of stealing from her) visiting New York. Colin Miner’s story covers the dead rich broad’s butler
; Lauren Mechling, with incisive counterpoint, interviews a professional butler
(over lunch “at a Southampton restaurant”---Big Daddy S
, your twenty mil sure seems to buy a lot of eats for the kids at the Sun; I wonder if maybe there’s not some kind of deal where they have to bring you the leftovers?) outraged by his colleague’s behavior. Said professional butler
, Graham Lefford, is said by Ms. Mechling to be “so cross with the other butler that he could hardly make a dent in his smoked turkey sandwich.” Heavens!
Speaking of smoked turkey, Russ Smith is also on the front page, with the opener to his review of/attack on Al and Tipper Gore’s new book. Smith, who weekly issues a torrent of words like so, so much diarrhea in his own New York Press (you know, the guys who called the Sun ‘New York’s Best Gay Newspaper’), finds the time for even more logorrhea, with the Sun as his toilet paper. Still, it makes sense for Smith to be writing for the Sun; as his own rag is funded by a family member
, he likely has lots to talk about with Daddy’s Girl Rachel P. Kovner.