July 27, 1999 |
Last Tuesday was an important mail day. I received a letter from Ron Galotti, publisher of Talk magazine, the new Tina Brown publication. I don't know Ron, but apparently he knows me. He wrote, "Only a select few will receive this exclusive invitation to try the premiere issue of Talk for free." This is "because you're the type of person we felt would enjoy Talk most.
August 16, 1998
That old line from the past, "Too hep, gotta go," ran through my mind as I canceled my subscription to the New Yorker recently. Ads were too hep, some of the writing too hep, but the cartoons remained priceless. I sought the cartoon books. And perhaps it was time for the too-hep Tina Brown to go ["Tina Brown Unexpectedly Resigns as New Yorker Editor," July 9]. Did she ever live up to the magazine's serious reputation? Or is it that today's readers clamor for "hepness" above all? MARY MEYER Pasadena
July 16, 1998 |
Shortly before Tina Brown stunned her boss and the publishing industry last week by announcing her exit from the New Yorker, the magazine sent to my home a subscription offer promising "the world's best cartoons" and the best magazine "with Tina Brown as editor." All for $19.98 a year, a savings of more than $124 off the cover price. That steep discount goes a long way to illustrate the financial problems plaguing a magazine that lost an estimated $11 million last year. The $19.
July 10, 1998 |
Even by Hollywood standards, some things are hard to fathom. At least at first blush. One is the unlikely marriage of Tina Brown and Harvey Weinstein--the media world's latest odd couple.
July 10, 1998 |
When Tina Brown came to the New Yorker--the rather smug, genteelly liberal New Yorker--as editor in 1992, the literati gasped. This brash young Brit in the sacred halls once trod by Dorothy Parker, Robert Benchley and James Thurber? This, after all, was the same Tina Brown who'd just turned around the oh-so-celebrity-and-advertiser-friendly Vanity Fair. Brown hadn't hung her hat in her new office before New Yorker devotees began protesting. Horrors! was the more or less universal response.
July 9, 1998 |
Tina Brown, one of the nation's most closely watched magazine editors, stunned the publishing world Wednesday by unexpectedly resigning after six years as editor of the New Yorker magazine. The move raised fresh questions about the future of the venerable but money-losing magazine, a landmark on the American literary scene that has been the launching pad for such notable works as John Hersey's "Hiroshima" and showcase for such respected authors as John Updike, Truman Capote and James Baldwin.
December 30, 1996 |
In this city's contentious world of letters, they are known simply as Tina and Harry. Or "Teenanarry," which is how their names sound when they are whispered in awe or horror by the city's literati. Tina Brown, 43, has been editor of one of the nation's most revered magazines, the New Yorker, since 1992. Her husband, Harry Evans, 68, has been running one of the country's largest publishing houses, Random House, since 1990. Separately, each would command Manhattan's attention.
May 30, 1993
"The Talk of The Town" by Bob Sipchen (May 11) belongs more properly in the obituary section. As one of very few survivors who can boast of having cut his literary teeth on Harold Ross' first edition of a once-noble institution, I mourn its passing. Publisher S. I. Newhouse and (Editor) Tina Brown have killed the New Yorker and converted the corpse to the Journal of the Middle Finger Generation. I shall not renew my subscription, which follows that of my parents for almost 70 years continuity.
May 11, 1993 |
The New Yorker would have spun this story slowly, allowing its intricately interwoven themes of hubris and cultural entropy to emerge in a subtle six-part series. Vanity Fair would have blurted it out like a high concept movie-of-the-week. Or better yet, a new sitcom. Here's the pitch: Hip and headstrong editor Tina Brown runs Vanity Fair, a smashingly successful magazine that dishes glitz, fame and glamour-- biff-bam-boom!
April 25, 1993 |
Something has changed when Buzz and The New Yorker finish in a dead heat for the some story. Like Time and Newsweek ending up on the newsstands with the same cover subject in the same week, the April issue of Los Angeles' struggling, inside-dopey city magazine features an edited monologue by superannuated super-agent Irving Lazar, while The New Yorker features, in its March 29 issue, Lazar as remembered by studio-brat-grown-old Michael Korda.