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Now that the Weekly’s parent company has settled with the Department of Justice, all that remains of the story is our collective amusement at how it was handled by the Los Angeles Times. Tim Rutten‘s Regarding Media columns on the subject were not simply inflammatory (loose talk of prison terms and multimillion-dollar fines) but as bumbling as Homer Simpson. While it is only human to misspell the name of the Weekly’s ex-publisher, Mike Sigman (in two separate stories), it is comically maladroit to write about this paper‘s supposed editorial policy (how it’s being shaped out of New York, how it‘s deliberately cutting back on news) if one is going to quote a couple of disgruntled ex-employees but not talk to the editors themselves or, for that matter, ever seem to have read the paper. Doh!
Last weekend, Rutten’s coverage reached its unwitting climax. His Saturday column was the usual pudding of weird irrelevancies -- letting D.A. Steve Cooley free-associate about his impressions of the L.A. Weekly (“a valuable news organ”) -- and factual mistakes, such as referring to Harold Meyerson as the Weekly‘s “executive editor.” As the Boston Phoenix was quick to point out, Meyerson stopped being executive editor almost 18 months ago, becoming the paper’s political editor when he moved to Washington, D.C. The masthead, dude, the masthead.
Still, Rutten‘s story had a happy ending -- for us anyway. On Monday, I opened The New York Times to see that it, not the L.A. Times, had broken the story about the consent decree between DOJ and the alternative-paper chains. Which means that at the very moment Rutten’s Saturday column was amping the story up with Cooley‘s tough-guy maunderings -- the D.A. referred to the two media companies as “suspects” -- the case itself was actually being settled. And New York--based reporter David Carr was busy scooping Rutten on his prize hometown story in the N.Y. Times, the very publication that his bosses crave to be.
To my surprise, I actually found myself feeling sorry for the poor bastard.
Over the years, the mainstream press has stolen many things from the alternative press -- writers, formats, attitudes, opinions. But there’s one thing it always leaves behind -- belief in writers‘ freedom to express themselves.
Consider the case of L.A. Times art critic Christopher Knight. On January 15, Knight began a review of Track 16 Gallery’s “The Anti-War Show: The Price of Intervention From Korea to Iraq” by calling plans for war with Iraq “imbecilic” and adding that President Bush has made no “coherent argument” for an invasion. Two weeks later on the 28th -- State of the Union day -- the paper took it all back. An Editor‘s Note in the Times’ Page 2 For the Record section disavowed Knight‘s piece and its attack on Bush policy:
“It was, in our view, a gratuitous political statement and, as such, a distraction from the legitimate substance of the review. It should not have been published [my emphasis].”
Now, I’m not surprised that Knight‘s editors were unnerved by his review. His comments on the war were polemical, provocatively so, and I don’t doubt that they elicited countless complaints. I can easily see why the Times might have seen fit to run a full page of letters to the editor. But that‘s far different from saying his words shouldn’t have been published, the kind of claim that must put the chill in every Times critic who might venture to connect his or her work to the larger world.
Why would the editors sell out a writer in this way? For starters, nearly all daily papers in this country feel the precariousness of their existence and live in fear of alienating any significant part of their readership -- in this case, Bush supporters who favor invading Iraq. This timidity finds its ideological justification in time-honored bromides about “objective” journalism -- even if this presumed objectivity concerns the arts, which by definition grow from subjective experience and produce subjective response. Indeed, underwriting the claim that Knight‘s words are “gratuitous” is the sorry belief that full human engagement with paintings or movies or music or books is somehow inappropriate -- we’re supposed to consume the stuff, not let it change us. By such a standard, a critic should finally act as a neutral observer whose passionate engagement with the arts should stop short of actually endorsing what they might be saying about the world. Unless, of course, the art is saying something safe and socially acceptable, in which case nobody will notice. Would the Times‘ editors now refuse to publish a review that begins with a flag-waving tribute to our brave soldiers and our heroic policy in Afghanistan?
This benighted vision of what’s going too far offers yet one more example of why mainstream arts coverage has become so hopelessly dull. Insisting that there‘s really nothing at stake, today’s editors and producers are willing, indeed eager, to silence those who try to shatter the aura of polite irrelevance that makes our cultural commissars feel safe: Thank God, art doesn‘t actually mean anything!