Chris Hughes of Facebook: briefly publisher of New Republic magazine. Photograph: Jason Gardner/New Republic

Where might James Graham find another journalism drama to rival Ink, his triumphant Birth of the Bun saga this time maybe on Broadway? Easy. He could call Franklin Foer, whose emerging chronicle of his second, and last, stint as editor of the New Republic sums up the profound clash of attitudes to the news trade in wincingly human terms. A play for two characters.

The New Republic (founded 1914) is one of those great American magazines of liberal opinion that stagger perpetually between boom and bust. Five years ago, it was on the market again, bust fears back. Enter Chris Hughes, a 28-year-old from the Facebook engine room, Harvard roommate of Mark Zuckerberg, a young man high on ambition and altruism, his millions of dollars already banked.

When I first heard the New Republic was for sale, he says, I went to the New York Public Library and began to read. Issues of the magazine stretching back, writers like Rebecca West, Virginia Woolf, Edmund Wilson and James Wood: the fascination to own all this was overwhelming.

So Foer, a decade older and wiser, becomes editor once more. He aims for the stars while Hughes tutors him in the use of Upworthy (for virality) and Chartbeat (for maximising clicks). Theres a data guru installed in the newsroom soon enough, charged with maximising reach. This is a new/old Republic, except that the old propensity for losing money remains constant and eventually the young master of the universe insists something, something big, must be done. To save the magazine, we need to change the magazine, he tells Foer. Engineers and marketers are going to begin playing a central role in the editorial process.

They would give its journalism the cool, innovative features that would help it stand out in the marketplace, a vexed Foer writes. Of course, this required money, and that money would come from the budget that funded long-form journalism. We were now a technology company.

This from Foers account of his second editorship in the Atlantic magazine and a forthcoming book is a contested assertion: Hughes says he never made that precise technology divide. But nor can he be happy about what swiftly happened afterwards: the forced exit of Foer, the resignation in protest of many of the staff, the sale of the poor old Republic yet again.

You can feel twinges of sympathy for the protagonists. Both had good intentions, but hugely different preconceptions. Yet three conclusions from Foer stand clear of such complexity.

One significant because he felt it early on, before the rest of the media world began to catch up is stark, and now commonplace.

Foers second conclusion is equally bleak.

And then theres the big picture.

In some ways, these criticisms are merely the culmination of rising apprehension over the years. Journalists have been used to promoting good tales for themselves and for inserting stories they consider serious into the mix. Chartbeat, parse.ly and the rest seem poised to take that choice out of their hands. Upworthy tests dozens of headline pitches for them. Reporters want their copy to be read, to be sure. But they dont like to think of themselves as robots especially when, as we see, the clicks fail to deliver advertising riches.

And beyond that, peering into the mists from atop Trump Tower, theres a fundamental change of focus. Of course the Donald revolutionises ratings: observe what he has done for MSNBC or the New York Times. Hes a malign saviour. Every fresh outrage last week the Nazis and the banishing of Bannon is click heaven. But where is there any sense of balance in this particular mix?

There are stories with viral appeal. Take a bow, Cecil. But some continuing stories over years, never mind minutes produce only indifference. Polling, for instance, rates Northern Irelands border as a Brexit problem far inferior to others in national opinion; just as the twists and turns of the Troubles failed to sell papers long ago. Yet how are we supposed to live in a country that closes its mind to issues that viscerally engage its citizens?

Theres a real conflict here, a choice of democracy good or bad. James Grahams Ink sees Hugh Cudlipps earnestly educational Mirror pitched in battle against Rupert Murdochs determinedly entertaining Sun. Now see the same battle, with a walk-on part for Virginia Woolf, waged in tomorrows world. Not as a struggle between good and evil, but one where Silicon Valley seeks, with benign incomprehension, to write the programs and push the vital buttons that take control of our information and imagination.

Originally posted here:

Technology and the New Republic just never seemed to click - The Guardian