We wanted to change the world, but it nearly cost us our soul.
Once vaunted powers, the nation’s metropolitan dailies shaped public opinion and daily conversation everywhere. You had to read at least one. Maybe two.
We could accept the low pay, long hours, evenings, weekends, and holidays. Even the career steps through Podunk outposts on the way up.
But then the whole field started crumbling. The corporate chains bought out the family owners. The bean counters kept cutting to the bone. And then further.
None of them wanted to rock the boat, much less run against the tide or easy pickings. Change the world? Not with the fat profit margins they were making.
With few exceptions, the press today is a shadow of what it once was.
So who’s holding watch? We can worry. For all the reasons I detail in my novel, however surreal in the telling.
For my novel, click here.