I used to love to read the New Yorker, the Atlantic, Harper's, and even (a very long time ago) the New Republic, because they had great writing, even though I was always politically to the right of them. Heck, I used to enjoy Cockburn and the older hard left version of Hitchens in The Nation, because man, they could write.
Now, those venues (to the extent they're still hanging on) are dominated by humorless scolds and anti-Trump obsessives. There's just no joy there. I'll never understand what happened to David Remnick, a brilliant guy and great writer, who has run the New Yorker into the ground.
I read Harper’s for three decades. Frankly, it was never the same after Lewis Latham left as Editor in Chief. I read his “Notebook” essay right out of the mailbox. Once they bought into the Russiagate hoax and published a hit piece on Jeremy Corbin chiming in on the outrageous charge of anti-semitism, I had enough. Bloody shame for the oldest periodical in the country.
I used to love to read the New Yorker, the Atlantic, Harper's, and even (a very long time ago) the New Republic, because they had great writing, even though I was always politically to the right of them. Heck, I used to enjoy Cockburn and the older hard left version of Hitchens in The Nation, because man, they could write.
Now, those venues (to the extent they're still hanging on) are dominated by humorless scolds and anti-Trump obsessives. There's just no joy there. I'll never understand what happened to David Remnick, a brilliant guy and great writer, who has run the New Yorker into the ground.
I read Harper’s for three decades. Frankly, it was never the same after Lewis Latham left as Editor in Chief. I read his “Notebook” essay right out of the mailbox. Once they bought into the Russiagate hoax and published a hit piece on Jeremy Corbin chiming in on the outrageous charge of anti-semitism, I had enough. Bloody shame for the oldest periodical in the country.
*Lapham