Brian Micklethwait and I are of one mind on this:
Newspapers and magazines are not completely useless now, which is why, from time to time, I still keep buying them. I still associate them with the intense pleasure that they used to provide. But in the age of round the clock internet connection they add too little. When I start reading them now, I find that I know too much of what is in them already. I do learn things, but not enough things. I am amused, but no more amused than I am by all the various online nonsense you can now get for free.
I made a resolution at the new year, which was that I wouldn’t buy any magazines in 2008. Well, I didn’t keep it, but I’ve cut down drastically. I only buy them now when I desperately need very un-demanding reading material, such as during a flight. (I can’t adequately describe to you my intense delight when, on my flight from Dallas to Oakland a few weeks ago, I discovered two trashy magazines - Us Weekly and Entertainment Weekly - in the seat pocket in front of me. Free trash is the best trash.)
Thing is, I would pay good money for good magazines and newspapers. There just aren’t many out there, not in my orbit, anyway. I read the British Sunday papers - and their accompanying magazines - online every week; in fact, this is a special Saturday night treat for me (yeah, my life is pretty wild). I can’t think of a single US newspaper worth my money.
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