“Boundless optimism and boundless cynicism”

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“To me at least there was a sense that the Post is a dying art form. It’s a paper already nostalgic for itself: The headlines, the blotter, all touch back to the days when Hearst and Pulitzer duked it out for circulation numbers.”

At The New Inquiry, Margret Eby marinates on the “gritty glamour of working at a big city tabloid” and gracefully chronicles her youthful stint as a copy editor at The New York Post.


Julie Morse lives in San Francisco and is a poetry teacher. She can be found @JulieMorse16 . More from this author →