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DOWD: As TIme goes bye

  • In this Thursday, April 29, 2010 photo, an issue of Time Magazine is shown on a newsstand, in New York. Time Warner Inc. on Wednesday, March 6, 2013 said that it will spin off the magazine unit behind Time, Sports Illustrated and People into a separate, publicly traded company by the end of the year. Time Warner Inc.'s decision to shed its Time Inc. magazine unit underscores the challenges facing an industry that remains wedded to glossy paper even as the use of tablet computers, e-readers and smartphones explodes. (AP Photo/Mark Lennihan)

Auspicious my debut at Time was not.

In 1981, I started working in the Washington bureau of the newsmagazine famously mocked by the New Yorker's Wolcott Gibbs for its inverted Homeric style. "Backward ran sentences until reeled the mind," Gibbs satirized. "Where it all will end, knows God!"

I thought my first Monday morning story conference would be my last. The bureau chief wanted to see how we felt about the prospect of a Time cover on salt. He called on me first.

"My mom puts salt on everything," I replied. "She's not worried about it."

A veteran reporter across the table looked at me scornfully. "He's talking about SALT II," she sneered, referring to the Strategic Arms Limitation Treaty between the U.S. and the Soviets.

I cringed. But to my astonishment, the bureau chief corrected my tormentor. "No," he said, "I'm talking about table salt."

That's the kind of place Time was. One week, the Ayatollah Khomeini was the villain on the cover, the next week, Salt the Killer. One week, you worked on Gadhafi hit squads; the next, cats. (I got a byline on the cat cover for a penetrating interview with a cat psychologist named Fox who did Swedish massages on Burmese felines.) "Father Time," Henry Luce, wanted everything in his magazine to be either "epic" or "titillating trivialities." Luce and his fellow Yalies started Time in 1923 with a breezy tone, snazzy adjectives and the promise to keep "busy men" informed, concisely.

Headlines about Time Warner's breakup with Time Inc. sent me into a reverie about my salad days in Time's glory days. In "The American Century," as Luce dubbed it, nabbing the cover of Time was the most coveted honor in our culture. Now the humbled magazine, bleeding ad revenue like the rest of print media, is facing a future, as the New York Post's Keith Kelly put it, "untethered from the Time Warner mother ship," which prefers to focus on its two better-performing children, TV and film.

After my stint in Washington, Time moved me to the New York headquarters, with its "Mad Men" aura of whiskey, cigarettes, four-hour sodden lunches and illicit liaisons. (Partake of which, unfortunately, I did not.) The researchers, a largely female staff, were referred to as "the vestal virgins." To paraphrase Samuel Johnson, a woman's writing about national affairs was like a dog's walking on its hind legs; that we could do it at all was seen by some older editors as surprising.

On Friday nights, when the magazine was going to bed, there were sumptuous platters of roast beef rolled in, and bars in editors' offices.


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