He would have loathed the obituaries—most of them, anyway.
The ones that associated his name with mere snark, a quality that was far beneath his intelligence and integrity. The ones that described him as a pied piper of dewy-eyed ingénues, as if he had not given new life and new freedom to veteran journalists who turned down offers elsewhere mostly because of him. The ones that portrayed the newspaper he edited as an in-house newsletter for the city’s media elites, as though the paper’s coverage of politics, finance, real estate and culture were mere add-ons. Read More