It’s Politico, I know, but I highly recommend this piece on Jon Meacham. It captures a lot about current media, the chumminess and mediocrity of it all, the fact that the Pulitzer has become a joke, and the hostility of some observers (like us):
Vanity Fair media columnist Michael Wolff — well known for unleashing his sharp tongue at media personalities — called Meacham “a perfect example of media insularity and self-congratulation.” Then Friday he berated him some more for turning the magazine “ into a middle-brow thumb sucker, reminiscent of Norman Cousins’ Saturday Review—a magazine that went belly up several generations ago” and said he should have been replaced long ago by New York magazine’s editor, Adam Moss.
The New York Times’ David Carr said, “[B]eyond helping its editor, Jon Meacham, get on television and sell some books, it hard to tell what the brand is really worth at this point.”[….]
“Whatever he does, he’s going to be a huge success,” said (Sally) Quinn. “He’s the smartest person I’ve ever met. … People want to see him come down because they’re jealous. They’re envious. Nobody’s ever seen anybody like Jon before.”[….]
Meacham also has the great fortune of being part of an elite club of journalists who take care of their own, and he’s adored personally by most everyone, including a handful of individuals who declined to comment for this article for that very reason.
“Within the fraternity and sorority that is the journalist corridor between New York and Washington, I think he’s fine,” said Peter Mirijanian, whose Washington public relations firm specializes in the kind of crisis communications Meacham has been engaging in.
This is why I find all the Bobo-inspired carping about elitism on the Supreme Court (Kaplan had another two pieces about this today, which I won’t like to) so ridiculous: it’s being made by the most insular, clubby group of people who have ever existed.
And things aren’t getting any better. I spent the last week with too weak a WiFi signal to post, comment, or do much of anything internet-related besides read the RSS feed on my phone. Obviously, it’s my fault for what I’ve chosen to put on my Google reader, but the entire fucking thing was Kevin Drum congratulating Matt Yglesias on how well he countered Ezra Klein’s point about Megan McArdle. And half the time the topic was how clubby SCOTUS had become.
Cokie is dead, long live Ana Marie Cox.