The Economist
[Tom Scocca has a hit on the hugely overrated Economist magazine - =
sorry, newpaper. He refers to James Fallows’ splendid 1991 hit on the =
magazine, sorry newspaper, appended below.]
New York Observer - March 19, 2007
20070319/20070319TomScoccamediaofftherecord.asp> The Economist: Everyone Copies It,
But Does Anyone Translate It?
By Tom Scocca Can The Economist be stopped? Or then again, can The Economist be = started? That’s not a good lead. It’s hard to remember what a good lead is = after spending an evening with The Economist. Here are some of the = opening sentences of articles in the March 10 issue: “Texans are addicted to aggressive driving.” “Any number of leading Republicans have been damaged by the Iraq war.” “Nazis came in all shapes and sizes.” “Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.” Don’t put all your eggs in one basket. On March 16, The Economist = will be joined on newsstands by a redesigned Time magazine. = Throughout the process, there’s been a consistent message about the = direction that Time’s managing editor, Richard Stengel, is taking = things. “The Economist,” New York magazine reported, “is a model = Stengel admires and wants to inform the new Time.” “The magazine Mr. Stengel is building seems to be the journalistic = offspring of magazines like The Atlantic and The Economist,” David = Carr wrote in The New York Times. In conceptual-genetics terms, that would make the new Time an inbred = back-cross. The owner of The Atlantic, David Bradley, has already = revamped his own title, talking all the while about his desire to = emulate The Economist. But then, so does everyone. When U.S. News redesigned itself two = years ago, The Economist was the in-house role model. It has become = like Harold Hayes’ Esquire, an unquestioned aspirational reference = point, in public and private. Or both: In September, Women’s Wear = Daily reported that New York editor Adam Moss, acting as a = consultant, had advised Business Week to try making covers more like = The Economist’s. At a retreat, Los Angeles Times editors were advised = to give stories a more Economist-like feel. Are any of them reading The Economist? The cover of the March 10 = issue is a Cultural Revolution=96era Chinese propaganda poster, showing = a strapping peasant steering a tractor with one hand and holding a = book aloft in the other. The book, originally Mao’s Little Red Book, = has been modified so that the cover reads “Property Deed” in English. = The revolutionary slogan on the peasant’s coveralls is still in Chinese. China, you see, is having a revolution. Or at least things are = changing there, and China is famous for having had a revolution or = two before. Hence the headline: “China’s next revolution.” The Economist is priced at $5.99. A magazine for more than $5 is like = a sandwich for more than $10: It needs to be appetizing enough to = make the sale, and filling enough that you don’t feel ripped off = afterward. Along the bottom of the front cover, in tiny type, the price of the = magazine is given for 16 different countries and/or currencies: 23.90 = Brazilian reals, 1,100 Japanese yen, 3.60 British pounds. According = to an online exchange calculator, that’s $11.39, $9.36 and $6.95, = respectively. Perhaps Americans should be exporting The Economist. At this point, I noticed I was failing to open the magazine. Inside: China! The “Leaders” section begins addressing the subject by = citing Confucius=97″Some 2,500 years ago, one of Confucius’ big ideas = was =85 “=97and closes by citing Marx, or what Marx “would surely see,” = “[w]ere the latter writing today.” What would Marx see? A “bourgeois = revolution led by the emerging property-owning middle class” and “the = potential for the simmering resentment in the countryside to boil over.” “Americans imagine that The Economist is better written,” Mr. Stengel = said, “because they impute an English accent to what they read.” At least, that’s what Mr. Stengel said in 1991, in a piece by James = Fallows in The Washington Post. The title was “The Economics of = Colonial Cringe,” and it was a comprehensive indictment of The = Economist as a pseudo-intellectual con job, based on “Anglophilic = snobbery and Oxbridge-style swagger.” Mr. Fallows now works for Mr. Bradley’s Atlantic. He has archived the = Post story on his personal Web site, with a referring note saying he = is now friends with Economist writers. “Still =85 ,” the note concludes. Indeed: still. Quite. The smug glibness that Mr. Fallows diagnosed 16 = years ago is still there=97adjectives and adverbs deployed in place of = evidence: “rightly,” “admirable,” “impressive,” “encouraging,” = “predictable,” “worrying.” “Here,” one story begins, “are three = pieces of conventional political wisdom what are almost all certainly = wrong.” Almost all certainly. Elsewhere, an obituary of Arthur = Schlesinger Jr. declares that “Mr. Schlesinger was too young to = remember the New Deal.” Mr. Schlesinger, by the piece’s own internal = evidence, was born in 1917. But The Economist is less provocative than it is aggressively boring: = “The last time he ran for president John McCain spent months rolling = around New Hampshire in a bus, the Straight Talk Express.” “In the = absence of reliable, up-to-date information, markets go awry.” The = layout is even duller=97thick columns of type wrapping from page to = page, like a cross between the old New Republic and the telephone = book. The back page is filled with currency tables (for those who = would convert the 16 different cover prices longhand). The only nod = to magazine aesthetics is the sheen of the paper stock. Stupefaction is its own form of power. “When a Garuda Indonesia = airliner crashed and burst into flames at Yogyakarta airport in = central Java on March 7th it naturally saddened the nation.” Taken seriously, the content becomes inscrutable. A dispatch about = Cote d’Ivoire declares that a peace agreement had settled the “vital” = issue of “identification”: “Millions of Ivorians do not have identity = papers, so northerners like [rebel leader Guillaume] Soro and his = fighters have been obstructed from getting the Ivorian citizenship = that is rightfully theirs.” Are identity papers the same thing as = citizenship? How did millions of people come to be without them? The = story, unperturbed, moves on, like a scene from a commuter-train window. The audience for this is not people who care about the world, but = people who believe it is important to care about the world. When = other magazines say they want to be like The Economist, they do not = mean they wish to be serious. They mean they wish, by whatever means, = to be taken seriously. =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=
=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D Washington Post - October 6, 1991 Economics of the Colonial Cringe;
Pseudonomics and the Sneer on the Face of The Economist James Fallows Last summer, a government man who helps make international economic = policy told me (with a thoughtful expression) he was reading “quite = an interesting new book” about the stunning economic rise of East = Asia. “The intriguing thing is, it shows that market forces really = were the explanation!” he exclaimed in delight. “Industrial policies = and government tinkering didn’t matter that much.” By chance, I had just read the very book — “Governing the Market” by = Robert Wade. This detailed study, citing heaps of evidence, had in = fact concluded nearly the opposite: that East Asian governments had = tinkered plenty, directly benefiting industry far beyond anything = “market forces” could have done. I knew something else about the book: The Economist magazine had just = reviewed it and mischaracterized its message almost exactly the way = the government official had. Had he actually read the book? Maybe, but somehow I have my doubts. What I saw that day, I suspect, was just another illustration of the = power of Washington’s current Sacred Cow: The Economist magazine, = which each week unwholesomely purveys smarty-pants English attitudes = on our shores. Like other sacred cows, The Economist obviously has its virtues. = Compared to any of the American newsmagazines, The Economist gets by = with a skeleton staff of mainly young writers, who turn out a = prodigious amount of copy each week. The news stories have lots of = informative tidbits, and the “leaders,” or editorials, in the front = of the magazine often take up usefully quirky subjects. My recent = favorite is one explaining why the rise of English as an = international language is a short-term convenience but a long-term = disaster for Americans and Englishmen. The Koreans, Russians, = Japanese and even Dutch can listen in on what we’re saying. We have = no private language to scheme in, as they do. But what signifies a sacred cow is that people revere it for = fashionable reasons, and out of all proportion to its real strengths = and weaknesses. The Economist, whose American circulation has risen = from 40,000 to 183,000 over the last 10 years, seems to have reached = that point among America’s professional class. For example: Several weeks ago, The New York Times Magazine ran a = profile of Bill Gates, the “boy billionaire” founder of Microsoft. = Here is someone with many good reasons to be vain, but the main = vanity he seemed to push in the article was his association with The = Economist. (Gates said that he didn’t have a TV in his house, because = if he had one he’d never have time to read The Economist cover to = cover, “as I do now.”) As part of a feud with Newsweek’s Robert Samuelson, Robert Reich, of = Harvard, wrote a letter-to-the-editor that said: “I, for one, don’t = get my economics news from Newsweek. I rely on The Economist — = published in London.” Humphrey Greddon wrote of this episode in Spy: = “If so, then Reich resembles many semipretentious undergraduates, = bankers and newsmagazine business writers in this country. The = omniscient tone and pedantry of The Economist must impress the = insecure American cousins in its readership.” In functional terms, The Economist is more like the Wall Street = Journal than like any other American publication. In each there’s a = kind of war going on between the news articles and the editorial = pages. The news articles are not overly biased and try to convey the = complex reality of, well, the news. Meanwhile, the editorials and = “leaders” push a consistent line, often at odds with the facts = reported on the news pages of the same issue. For The Economist, the tension is most obvious in its coverage of = Japan. According to the editorial line, Japan is becoming more and = more market-minded, its trade surplus is bound to disappear, its = economic mandarins are losing power by the minute and its people are = about to revolt against the onerous ’salaryman’ life. Meanwhile the = news stories point out that things aren’t evolving quite according to = editorial plan. To give one example from several hundred possibilities, last year The = Economist’s correspondent in Tokyo detailed the Japanese government’s = plan to keep foreign companies from selling advanced “amorphous = metals” to Japanese customers, until Japanese firms could gear up to = make the products on their own. A few pages later in the same issue, = a book review announced, with great confidence but without noticeable = evidence, that Asia’s “stunning growth was built on efficient = investment and innovation, which in turn owed everything to openness = to trade.” More recently, an Economist article pointed out that Japan’s trade = surplus is on the rise with nearly all its partners. Its conclusion = was not that the magazine should revise its theories but that readers = should prepare for “whining” (translation from the British = “whingeing”) from the small-minded protectionists in the rest of the = world. The editorial line pushed by The Economist is also functionally = similar to the Journal’s. Markets nearly always work, and government = meddling nearly always fails. If some fact seems not to fit this = schema — for instance, the success of Asian governments in meddling = with their economies — the fact should be harumphed out of the way. = Political leaders must above all be firm, like the Divine Mrs. T. = Writers and thinkers should above all be “clever,” The Economist’s = highest term of praise. (The Journal’s counterpart is “realistic.”) = Those who disagree are to be mocked — as sissies by the Journal and = dim bulbs by The Economist. The world should be viewed, from above, = with a pitying amusement. Why can’t they be as clever as we? The real question about this editorial approach is why it’s paid off = better for The Economist than for the Journal. Why is it impossible = to imagine a professor boasting in print, “I rely on the Wall Street = Journal — published in New York”? Why do people apparently buy the = Journal (or The Washington Post or the New York Times) only if they = want actually to read it — rather than just to carry it around, as a = suspiciously large number of Economist “readers” seem to do? The roots of the explanation stretch back to 1776 and America’s = incomplete separation from the motherland. England is a perfectly = nice little country, with many achievements to its credit. If you = like to attend plays, want to read comic novels, hope to spare your = skin the damaging effects of the sun, then England’s the place for = you. Countries once part of its empire, including America, are much = better off than those that were under the Spanish or French. But = England has two completely loathsome traits, which in exported form = are involved in the reverence for The Economist. The first is, of course, the English class system. Yes, America has = its own tangled class problem, which is becoming worse as public = schools and the military lose their democratizing function. But = Americans can still be embarrassed by obvious reminders of class = difference. Except perhaps in Beverly Hills and Manhattan, when the = refrigerator repairman comes to the doctor’s house, the doctor is = supposed to treat him as if they’re equals — not as “My good man.” Perhaps it is not England’s fault, or The Economist’s, that those = Americans who would love to have a similar class system here — with = themselves on top! — take on English airs. (As Henry Allen of The = Post has pointed out, the right response to this phenomenon is not = Anglophobia but Anglophilophobia.) But The Economist has certainly, = if only half-consciously, traded on the “published in London” snob = appeal. “Americans imagine that The Economist is better written,” = says Time magazine’s Richard Stengel, “because they impute an English = accent to what they read.” There are certain English products whose quaintness is put on mainly = for export purposes — they’re the equivalent of Ye Olde Tea Shoppe- = style tourist traps, which the locals avoid. Something similar is = going on with The Economist. The Economist now has considerably fewer = readers — and is strangely less influential — in England than in = America. Indeed, it is disdained by the very Englishmen whom many = American readers would most love to emulate: the secure upper and = upper middle classes. In America, the magazine presents itself as a kind of voice of the = super-confident English aristocracy, whereas its advertisements = within England play on the status-anxiety of its readers there. For = example, one billboard displayed in England reads in bold print: “I = never read The Economist.” The punch line comes in the identification = of the hapless confessor of this dereliction, a “Management trainee = – aged 44.” Another key to the magazine’s boom in America during the 1980s must = lie in its sycophancy toward Ronald Reagan in particular and American = culture in general. We are all so used to being sneered at by the = French or Swedes. To hear someone who poses as a British aristocrat = celebrating American vigor — it’s just irresistible! If it came from = the Wall Street Journal or USA Today, we’d consider it plain = boosterism, but it works from The Economist, since we imagine we’re = overhearing the foreigners’ real views. I think the flattery is = actually the most refined and vicious version of the old British = condescension toward the colonies. These Yanks! They’ll believe = anything! Let’s give them another dose of how the world looks up to = them! The other ugly English trait promoting The Economist’s success in = America is the Oxford Union argumentative style. At its epitome, it = involves a stance so cocksure of its rightness and superiority that = it would be a shame to freight it with mere fact. American debate contests involve grinding, yearlong concentration on = one doughy issue, like arms control. The forte of Oxford-style debate = is to be able to sound certain and convincing about a topic pulled = out of the air a few minutes before, such as “Resolved: That women = are not the fairer sex.” (The BBC radio shows “My Word” and “My = Music,” carried on National Public Radio, give a sample of the = desired impromptu glibness.) Economist leaders and the covers that trumpet their message offer = Americans a blast of this style. Michael Kinsley, who once worked at = The Economist, wrote that the standard Economist leader gives you the = feeling that the writer started out knowing that three steps must be = taken immediately — and then tried to think what the steps should be. A certain modesty would seem appropriate in The Economist’s leaders = these days, considering that after 10 years in which the Thatcher = government essentially did what the magazine said, Britain has the = weakest economy in Europe. (Remind me, again, why we’re looking to = the British for economic advice.) But the implied message of the = leaders often seems to be, “I took a First at Oxford. I’m right.” The cover of anonymity for the magazine’s writers is an important = part of its omniscient stance, among other reasons because it = conceals the extreme youth of much of the staff. “The magazine is = written by young people pretending to be old people,” says Michael = Lewis, the author of “Liar’s Poker,” who now lives in England. “If = American readers got a look at the pimply complexions of their = economic gurus, they would cancel their subscriptions in droves.” This brings us back to Robert Wade’s book. The crucial paragraph of = The Economist review — the one that convinced my friend the = official, and presumably tens of thousands of other readers, that = Wade’s years of research supported the magazine’s preexisting world = view — was this: “The [Asian] dragons differed from other developing countries in = avoiding distortions to exchange rates and other key prices, as much = as in their style of intervening. Intervention is part of the story = – but perhaps the smaller part. That being so, Mr. Wade’s = prescriptions seem unduly heavy on intervention, and unduly light on = getting prices right.” These few lines are a marvel of Oxbridge glibness, and they deserve = lapidary study. Notice the all-important word “perhaps.” Without the = slightest hint of evidence, it serves to dismiss everything Wade has = painstakingly argued in the book. It clears the way for: “That being = so . . . ” What being so? That someone who has Taken a First can wave = off the book’s argument with “perhaps”? The “that being so” style of discourse is not wholly alien to the = United States — think of William Buckley on TV. But Americans know = how to put his views in perspective. The complications of Anglophilic = snobbery and Oxbridge-style swagger prevent most American readers = from realizing that, when they read Economist leaders, they’re = essentially reading Wall Street Journal editorials, written with even = less self-doubt. Several months ago, when I was visiting Australia, I walked through = the spectacular botanical gardens in Melbourne with a native-born = Australian and a British expatriate. I was bedazzled by the lushness, = and said how much I admired it. The Australian deferentially said to = the Briton, “Well, I suppose it can’t quite compare with Kew.” “Ah, = Kew!” the Englishman said, and then said no more, as if he were too = polite to detail all the ways in which London’s Kew Gardens were = superior. A few seconds later, the Australian slapped himself on the = forehead. “The colonial cringe!” he said. He’d made himself feel = inferior about something that was objectively superb. Ah, Economist! Ah, Kew! James Fallows, the Atlantic Monthly’s Washington editor, used to live = in England.