Ever found yourself crying or laughing along with your neighbor on the morning commute? Salon‘s Gordy Slack explains why:
A young woman sat on the subway and sobbed. Her mascara-stained cheeks were wet and blotchy. Her eyes were red. Her shoulders shook. She was hopeless, completely forlorn. When I got off the train, I Read More
Pity the children of artistes: All it takes is one click of a shutter and, the next thing you know, you’re sipping Shirley Temples in a Soho gallery while fawning crowds ooh and aah over “subversive” six-foot prints of your nether regions.
Such is the sad fate of Clara, the central character in Black & Read More
Unaltered screenshot from Salon
In the great war against Salon.com, do we need any more evidence of their disfiguring ideologies, their disgusting and deleterious doctrines which they so perniciously advance, than this screenshot from their website?
Below are the reward fliers our militia is sprinkling about University Place. At right, white wine and torture-loving Read More
BEGUN AND HELD IN THE TRANSOM’S TINY MESSY OFFICE AT 915 BROADWAY, 9TH FLOOR, ON THE FOURTH OF MAY, TWO THOUSAND AND SIX.
WHEREAS, for too long, beer-sharing, staff-crossover (we’re looking at you, Rebecca Traister and Suzy Hansen) and mutual liberal head-nodding has taken place between the staffs of the New York Observer and Salon.com, Read More
On a recent Friday afternoon in the bar of the Hotel Mark on
East 77th Street, Tracy Quan pulled out an alcohol swab and cleaned her hands
before dipping into the nuts. The gesture could have belonged to the
protagonist of Ms. Quan’s new novel, Diary
of a Manhattan Call Girl. Like her fictional alter Read More
For a while, in the glow of expanding stock market wealth, dot-com journalists pretty much had free run of the place. Get a faux-visionary C.E.O. to tell a good story in front of the money men about “vertical-market penetration” and “hypersyndication” and liberate the ratings-sensitive, focus-group-approved, newsstand-driven old media from its prisons while a new Read More
In the end, it was numbers that did in some of the literary talents of
Salon.com.
First revenues determined that it was necessary to reduce costs at the
on-line magazine. Then founder and editor-in-chief David Talbot used
numbers–web usage–to target which members of the editorial staff should go. The numbers, the equivalent of television ratings, Read More
