Sunday's New York Times provided a stark reminder of the
difference between the paper's current public editor, Byron Calame, and
Daniel Okrent, the first to hold the position.
Sir Harold Evans' book review of Okrent's collection of work for the Times made us recall Okrent's sharp elbows and occasional wit. The regular Week In Review column by current public editor Calame... made us recall Okrent's sharp elbows and occasional wit.
Calame's tenure has been defined by columns about pedestrian topics such as how stories are chosen, a look at the paper's blogs strategy, and a thrilling take on roll-call votes,
in addition to slightly more interesting offerings that lack bite or
concrete recommendations. A Calame column usually concludes with the
summation that the Times does a pretty good job with [insert topic
here], but could do better. Slate's Jack Shafer offered a recent look
at Calame's shortcomings, but no press critic or interested observer
could do more harm to the man once known as the "conscience" of The Wall Street Journal than Calame inflicts with his bi-monthly twice-a-month column.
Yesterday's effort, "Preventing a Second Jayson Blair," served to highlight the fact that over the past year Calame has ceded most of the hard-fought ground won by Okrent. The column was meant to take stock of how far the paper has come in its
effort to ensure that another suck-up prone to error, plagiarism and
fabrication doesn't end up in the staff directory. Calame seems to have
done the legwork. He contacted 20 staffers who served on the Siegal
Committee that looked into the paper's professional and ethical
standards (15 responded). He also spoke with "a dozen other Times
veterans past and present..." So what was the majority response from
these folks when asked if Jayson Blair could happen again? "Maybe."
Seventeen of the 27 chose to hedge their bets. But Calame tells us
nothing of the other 10. Did any of them offer a definite "yes"? Or an
emphatic "no"? What were their reasons? We don't know.
Calame seems by nature drawn to the equivocal middle road. "Maybe" is
the response he likes best. (As Evans notes in the lead paragraph of
his review of Okrent's book, "the editor's indecision is final.")
Calame takes a serious, important question and ends up penning another
column about how the Times is doing some things right, but could
improve in a few areas. We've read this one before.
In contrast, some accused Okrent of being unnecessarily combative. His columns
always took a stand and he usually combined strong opinion with strong
recommendations. He wasn't perfect and, yes, you felt as if he
occasionally put style before substance. Evans writes that Okrent was
"sometimes seduced by his own fluency, forsaking the cool judicial role
for that of 'watch me write a column.'"
Calame's failing is worse: his columns demand no action, challenge no
assumptions. They come and go, never requiring anything more of the
reader or the Times. He performs the job like someone charged with
defending the paper, rather than questioning and investigating it on
behalf of readers.
As for the Blairian question, Calame points to several improvements
made by the paper and also highlights others where it can do better. On
one point, his final one, I can offer a hearty endorsement: The
tightening of budgets, cutting of staff, and all around reduction in
resources is perhaps the most dangerous threat facing quality assurance
at the Times and other newspapers. Less reporters doing more work with
less oversight is a recipe for disaster.
As for Okrent, the acerbic troublemaker, he received some schizophrenic treatment from his reviewer. (Check out Rachel Sklar's take
on the review.) Evans declares his distaste for the role of an
ombudsman early on and spends most of the review taking Okrent to task
for his combative attitude, facile prose and failure to address the
paper's erroneous reporting on WMDs. Then, just when you have the
review marked down as a pan, he declares Okrent "a force for better
journalism."
So one can only guess that he liked the book. Maybe, as Calame would say.