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Friday, 8 March 2013

Women's rights and wrongs




Did your husband tell you to put your feet up and bring you a cup of tea? Did your boss give you the day off and a couple of cinema tickets? Did your name appear on a list of modern heroines? Did you join a demonstration, attend a seminar on feminism, teach someone how to make cupcakes?
International Women's Day has been around for 101 years, and for 100 of them most people were about as aware of it as St Cuthbert's Day (March 20). This year, however, it has made its presence felt much more strongly, with a thriving Facebook page, thousands of tweets and features in real touchy-feely newsprint as well as on newspapers' websites.

The initial idea of the movement was to fight for votes, equality in employment, decent pay. Well, we have the vote almost everywhere - although in some countries it is a case of principle rather than  practice - but even in the West women are still struggling to find jobs and to receive proper reward for their efforts.
Look further afield and we can see that the lack of a job is hardly the biggest concern when you are being beaten nightly, forced into a marriage before puberty, gang-raped while bus passengers sit and look the other way, jailed for daring to poke fun at authority, shot for wanting to go to school, trafficked abroad  to become an unpaid prostitute, mutilated to inhibit your sex drive...or aborted because your parents want only a boy child.
There are so many areas in so many countries where women are still abused, downtrodden and defeated, that it's hard to know where to begin to raise awareness - and start to redress the balance.
Perhaps by declaring the day a bank holiday? Twenty-seven countries have given their workers the day off today - many of them well known for their enlightened approach to human rights: China, Cuba, Uganda,  a clutch of former Soviet states. 
Nepal is another, this the country accused by Human Rights Watch of a 'year of backsliding' in a report last month which said:  Women continued to face violence in various forms in Nepal; rape, sexual assault, and domestic violence remained serious concerns. Also, without the assistance of male family members, the citizenship law makes it difficult for women to secure legal proof of citizenship – a sure way to deny them rights to marital property, inheritance, or land.


There are no Western countries on the holiday list. America doles out badges to foreigners and British politicians spout inanities about their determination to continue on the road to full equality. There were nearly 500 events across the UK - the most in any one country - but many had more than a smack of corporate interests jumping on the bandwagon. You could go on a shopping evening at Hobbs, have a swig of fizz and a mini sausage toad and come home with a goodie bag. You could paint yourself as a goddess in Vienna (thought this was a list of British events?) in an 'empowering process to create powerful portrait painting...using lush visualisations, gentle movement, breathing, relaxation, and chocolate!' [Why the exclamation mark? Why do people think the word chocolate will drive women wild?] 
There were plenty of picnics and baking sessions, or the more cerebral could go to a concert celebrating women composers, look at exhibitions of women in the workplace or - best of all - go to Cardiff City football ground for a day designed to encourage teenagers to look at non-stereotypical careers and take part in activities to raise aspirations.

So, given IWD's raised profile, how did our media approach the day?

The Independent gave us a little spread, naming ten women being honoured by Michelle Obama with America's International Women of Courage award. The paper carried a big picture of Ms Obama, a smaller picture of each of the ten winners in action and a thumbnail of the woman of courage herself. They included the Delhi bus rape victim, an Egyptian protester, a Honduran political campaigner and a Tibetan poet. Sadly, there were fewer than a dozen words available to give us each of their names and what they had done. But if you click here, you can read more about them.
Online, the Indy went from the breathtaking to the banal, with a pair of blogs about life for single women.  Dr Binni writes about how girls are a burden in India and about how she is working to improve their lot. Married at 16, Dr Binni found herself ostracised when she could not have children. She and her husband moved from their hometown to another part of Jharkhand  state and set up an organisation to empower single women in the state and beyond, eventually linking up with a similar group in Rajhasthan to create a nationwide association to encourage and help single women living alone. It's quite a task, she tells us that there are 43 million widows, 22 million divorcees and 33 million women who have never married. Her story was selfless and inspirational and well worth reading in full.
Natasha Devon meanwhile argues that some women choose to be single and aren't to be pitied as sad Bridget Joneses. a valid point but expressed in nauseatingly selfish terms:
Single people are answerable to no one (excluding the Grim Reaper and the Tax Man). We make our own rules. If we want to spend an entire Saturday reading frothy chick-lit, or the complete works of Lord Byron, or the Financial Times whilst sucking the chocolate off Kit Kat Chunkies and pinging the wafer at the cat, we can.
She also recommends the ability to 'stomp around in Kurt Geiger boots listening to Ziggy Stardust', finishing with the glib payoff line 'I'm probably having more sex than you, too.' Charming.

The Guardian also devoted a spread to IWD, but with more purpose, using it as a peg for a frightening story about wife-bashing  in  Britain - 1.2 million women suffered domestic violence last year and there was an 11 per cent rise in the number of people reporting such incidents (which may well be a good thing). There was also a thoughtful analysis about educating children in equality and a delightful set of pictures of teenagers with signs showing what feminism means to them. Serious stuff and all close to home.
Online, Jane Martinson told us in The Women's Blog how one sex assault victim was going to mark IWD by going back to the Tube line where she had been abused. An interesting element of the piece was the phrase  'the new wave of feminism sweeping the UK'.

Christina Scharff of King's College, London

New wave of feminism? Not if you believe the Mail. The paper marked IWD in its inimitable way, without mentioning it,  but in a spread entitled 'Portrait of 21st century British woman'. The main story is based on an ONS report that one in five women is childess at 45. Careers and the decline of marriage are 'to blame' writes Steve Doughty. He also tells us that fewer than half of women are married, although 16% are cohabiting, so if you look at it another way 67% of women are in that 'ideal' one man, one woman environment. We also learn that British women are unfit and lazy and that 30,000 are being 'forced' to work at 60 because of state pension changes that were announced yonks ago.

But the real delight on this spread is the piece headlined
'The generation that's finished with feminism'.
Most young women strongly object to being called a feminist - and say that they like men, say state-funded researchers. In fact, they believe that the aims of the feminist movement have all but been achieved in the Western world.

Doughty (yes, he wrote both page leads) goes on to quote from a study based on interviews with young British and German women:
In rejecting feminism, women are often seeking to position themselves within conventional norms of femininity and heterosexuality. Although none of the participants could point to specific individuals, most still viewed pioneers of gender equality as lesbian, man-hating feminists.'

Wow! So who wrote this study, where was it published, why didn't any other paper take it up? There are no details in the report, other than to say that it was funded by the taxpayer-supported Economic and Social Research Council and written by Dr Christina Scharff of King's College, London.

So I thought I'd look her up.I couldn't find any report published today - maybe I was so beguiled by the IWD Google doodle that I missed it. I did, however, find a book called Repudiating Feminism, by Christina Scharff, published by Ashgate in May 2012, price £55.

In the introduction Scharff writes:
Feminism, it seems, is met with suspicion, even in countries that pride themselves on their allegedly  progressive stance on gender and sexuality. Young women also seem to be reluctant to claim feminism. they want to be treated equally, and are aware of gender inequalities. Yet, the term feminism often gives rise to negative, affect-laden responses.
We also learn from the introduction that three-quarters of those she interviewed would not describe themselves as feminists. Quite a lot then, until you consider the section headed Scope of the study, in which she writes:
The research is based on a qualitative study, involving forty semi-structured in-depth interviews with young women in Germany and Britain.
And she cautions the reader:
My aim in this book is not to make a general statement about young women’s relationship with feminism; a sample of forty women does not allow me to draw such conclusions.

Interesting, then, that ten months after publication of this book, the Mail should choose to make a general statement about young women's relationship with feminism on the basis of that author's interviews with young women in Germany and Britain.

Sahar Parniyan, photographed
 by Ben Gurr of The Times
The Times didn't mention IWD either, but it did focus on women's role in the international workplace in its Business Dashboard, and sorry reading it made, too. The PwC Women in Work index puts Britain 18th in a league of 27 OECD nations on the basis of a variety of indicators, including the number in employment and pay equality. Scandinavia, as ever in such surveys, comes out top, South Korea is at the bottom. The bad news for Britain is that we have lost ground and while most other countries are still making progress, we are going backwards. The average basic salary of a male executive last year was £40,325; for a woman of the same status it was £30,265. We have a long way to go.

Not as far, thank goodness, as the women of Afghanistan - one of the countries celebrating a bank holiday today. Martin Fletcher again gets to the human heart of an international story:

I'm safe here, says star who fled Taleban
Until recently, Sahar Parniyan was a well known Afghan actress. Today she is a refugee in West London, jobless, almost friendless, unable to speak more than a few words of English...
Despite that, she is happy in some ways. For the first time in her life, Ms Parniyan, 22, feels respected as a woman, not oppressed. For the first time she feels that she has a government that protects her, not threatens her. 'I feel safe,' she says - three words she has seldom uttered before. 

Fletcher writes that Ms Parniyan was  a television reporter in eastern Afghanistan, until the Taleban threatened her four years ago. She says they told her:  'You are working with men. You are acting against Sharia. We will come to your home and kill your family.'
The family moved to Kabul, where Ms Parniyan became an actress,  playing assertive women who went to work and defied their husbands, before joining the cast of a satirical comedy. 'I wanted to be a role model for other Afghan women, to give them courage,' she told Fletcher.
But then two sisters also on the show were stabbbed to death outside their home,  and Ms Parniyan received a 3.30am phone call, threatening her: 'We warned you not to work on screen. We made an example of your two colleagues and you'll be next.'
I could easily reproduce the entire article here, but much better for you to read it yourself.
Such stories, not cupcakes and frippery, are what a real International Women's Day should be about.



Vicky Pryce photographed by The Sun

For every paper, however, there was one special gift for IWD: Vicky Pryce. How the misogynists and harpies clapped their hands in delight as they untied the ribbons and peeled away the packaging.  The Mail devoted eleven pages to her, the Independent nine. The Guardian and The Times a splash and a spread. Most made some fatuous play on the fact that Pryce is Greek, so we had myths and pyrrhic victories and tragedies; oh yes, and lots of furies.
The Telegraph committed the cardinal sin (in my book) of making a pun out of someone's name with The Pryce of revenge in humungous 'world comes to an end' splash head type, while inside Allison Pearson was let loose to raise some pertinent questions interspersed with such gems as Bernard Bresslaw lookalike to describe Chris Huhne's lover Carina Trimmingham.

A clever, successful woman brought low by an act of spite, a mother dragging her children through the mire, a spurned wife intent on vengeance destroying her husband's career. And all over three points on a driving licence. What's not to hate? What's not to celebrate?
Well, hang on. She was bloody stupid, not least in that ridiculous marriage coercion defence, and she'll be going to jail;  Huhne was manipulative and dishonest, yet he might just stay free thanks to his last-minute guilty plea.
Let's go back a bit. First he gets her to take his points because he doesn't want the bad publicity of a driving ban. Then he cheats on her. The first she learns of the affair is while she's sitting on the sofa at home watching a World Cup football match. Huhne comes in  and announces that the press has got wind of his relationship. Twenty minutes later he tells the world that he's leaving his wife for Trimmingham and, job done,  heads for the gym, shouting the instruction: 'Don't talk to the newspapers.'
Does that bit of the story remind you of anyone? Remember Robin Cook and the marriage brought abruptly to a halt at Heathrow Airport on Alastair Campbell's orders. One minute the minister and his wife were about to start their holiday, a mobile phone call or two later and the holiday is cancelled and the marriage is over. And do you also remember the bad press both the abandoned Margaret Cook and the new model Gaynor Regan suffered? Do you remember David Mellor parading his family at the garden gate to try to rescue his career after he unzipped his fly in the wrong house once too often? Why is it OK for these men to behave so despicably? Why are we so unforgiving when the wife fails to sit quietly and take the humiliation? Do we want to be a nation of Mary Archers?


And finally, for a bit of fun, the blogger Fleet Street Fox invited her Twitter followers to come up with phrases you would never hear spoken of a man. There were some gems, so I shamelessly reproduce a few here. If you want more, they can be found - with attributions -  in her Mirror column, Of Mice and Men.

Who did he sleep with to get that job?
Still fabulous at 40
Is the woman of the house in? 
How do you juggle being a father and a sportsman?
Kids, marriage, career, why men still can't have it all
Is it moral for a man to become a father at 50?
That's the problem with male bosses
And here comes Sir Fred in his grey Armani suit, looking lovely today
He hasn't done any real work since he had kids
Sassy Apprentice star Lord Sugar makes an emotional appearance at tribunal...

















Thursday, 17 May 2012

Out of print?



I love newspapers. My shareholders would like me to get rid of them all.
Rupert Murdoch, April 25, 2012

Who will win what could be a fight to the death? The people with newspapers in their very souls, or the investors whose interest in printed paper is restricted to the kind with watermarks and £ or $ signs?
Some publishers are already preparing to throw in the towel. The Guardian chief executive Andrew Miller said in so many words last year that the print edition’s days were numbered, that digital was the only future. This year he went further, embracing the prospect of giving “citizen journalists” a place in his company’s output. “Socialisation of media is at the heart of our future journalistic calling,” he said.
Will his customers stay loyal if they have to invest in a laptop or iPad before they can look at the paper? And will they pay for content - possibly produced by amateurs? A totally unscientific straw poll of one Guardian reader – my neighbour – came up with this response: “My first thought is no, I wouldn’t, because I like to have an actual paper to peruse anywhere I like – I am off to have a bath now with one, for example. However, if it goes digital then I’ll have no choice will I? Re payment, I would expect to pay.  But I rarely read anything on the web because it’s not as pleasant on screen.”
Circulations may be dwindling while web hits increase, but it is an uncomfortable fact for publishers that people like newspapers. Radio was supposed to kill them off. So was television. Then Ceefax and Oracle. Now the internet, the elephant in Leveson’s room.
In his evidence this week, Sky’s Adam Boulton said that the elephant was creating competitive pressures that were threatening the viability of the print media. Politicians, for example, were  no longer dependent on professional journalists to spread their message – they could now reach the entire public at the click of a mouse. So if basic news could be disseminated without the press as an intermediary, newspapers were left in a desperate search to find something different to offer their readers.
Politicians have an axe to grind.  It’s very nice for them to reach the public directly; but as battle-scarred as our profession may be, journalists are needed to question, analyse and call them to account. And in any case, how many people are going to click on what some junior minister has to say or follow her on Twitter? Turnout at elections doesn’t suggest a huge engagement with the political process and the MPs’ expenses scandal hasn’t exactly lifted their standing in people’s eyes.
The City University professor George Brock suggests that newspapers have to rethink the “bundle”mentality; deal with the idea that people may not want the whole package; accept that they can get their news from other sources and may not want to pay for features or commentary that doesn’t interest them.

I can see where he’s coming from, but I think – hope – that he’s wrong.  As an old-school  hack, it pains me to acknowledge that, other than on the really big occasions such as 9/11, news is not the selling point it once was. It is no longer the main course, but the hors d’oeuvres. The meat of a newspaper lies in its comment section. Features are the pudding and sport the cheese.
If people take their news from the TV and internet, where will they get their comment, features and sport? Magazines? There is evidence to support this theory: newspaper circulations are falling; current affairs magazines are prospering.  The Spectator, The Economist, The Week, The Oldie, Private Eye and Prospect are all putting on sales.  
The Spectator sells 63,000 copies a week; The Economist 210,000; The Week 180,000; The Oldie 41,000. Private Eye a record 228,000 a fortnight.  Prospect notches up 32,000 and the New Statesman, which doesn’t submit figures to ABC, about 24,000 a week. That’s a combined circulation of 778,000.
Hang on, though. Even in these dark days, nearly 10 million people in Britain buy a newspaper every day, including Sundays. That is something under half the number in 1950, but hardly a sign of terminal decline. We are in danger of becoming so beguiled by trends that we ignore the hard figures. There is still a solid market for print journalism. The big question is how to keep – and develop – it.


Trust and reliability

The first step is to recognise what a precious commodity we have and celebrate and promote it. All newspapers rely on building a relationship with their readers. As George Brock points out in his “bundles” blog, it’s a question of trust. As readers, we think we know where the paper is coming from. That doesn’t mean everyone writing for it has a Stepford brain; the opinion columns of our newspapers offer a range of opinion that you won’t find in the New Statesman or The Spectator.
And if we are to retain that trust, we must maintain the quality. But how can we do that when every news organisation is frantically cutting costs while trying to cover every base? Under that approach it  is inevitable that quality must suffer.
This was highlighted seven years ago by the Sheffield University lecturer Adrian Bingham. His prescient paper for the History & Policy academic group on the future of the popular press pointed to the “tendency to prize speed and short-term impact over accuracy and reliability”. The main thrust of his work was to consider the behaviour of the press and the influence historically exercised by proprietors. This was in 2005, before the News of the World published the Clive Goodman story about Prince William's knee injury that set the whole phone-hacking ball rolling. Bingham concluded  that "experience suggests that the press is unlikely to engage in a searching self-examination without some external prompting”. Well it certainly has that now.

The Guardian’s Dan Sabbagh tweets constantly from the Leveson hearings, and very entertaining he is, too. Then he has to write a straight news story for the web and the newspaper, plus bits of analysis and colour. It’s madness. How long can you keep up that sort of pace?
Reporters have to fulfil so many roles and cover so many stories that they spend their working days on the end of a telephone. They don’t have the time to go out and meet contacts, build stories, follow hunches. Subs are increasingly regarded as surplus to requirements. Across Fleet Street their numbers are being reduced, yet they are expected to push out copy for print, web, mobiles and tablets.  You have reporters bashing out stories and tweeting like billyo and subs scrambling against a dozen deadlines. No one is allowed to specialise in any field in which they have a real aptitude. Everyone must function in every sphere.
The result? A multi-platform modern media for the digital age? No. We’re giving - or rather selling - our readers  half-researched stories and rehashed handouts with literals in headlines, misspellings, bad grammar, wrong pictures and captions that say ‘xxxxx  cccc here please’.
And so people lose faith in papers and stop buying them - and the decline of print journalism becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Newspapers are so intent on promoting their digital content that they are neglecting their reader-friendly traditional format, a format that has served for three centuries.  The blogger Fleetstreetfox has a huge online readership, but she wanted a newspaper column. Why? To make more money? To gain a wider audience? To have a “proper” platform for her views? All three, she admits. She now has a weekly spot on the Mirror’s website, but still she yearns to appear in the print edition.
Why?  Because newspapers  are special.

It feels good

For a start, they are tactile.  You can’t curl up with a laptop in the same way, tear out a bit to show a friend or, like my neighbour, take it into the bath. Typing in crossword answers or numbers in a Sudoku grid isn't the same as writing them on to a paper version. Readers notice the different qualities of newsprint, the feel of the supplements.
A printed newspaper has a special geography and rhythm – and don’t the readers howl when it changes. It helps the reader along. There is a hierarchy. Yes, of course the splash is the most important story, but as you move inside, the sequence of pages, the positioning of stories on spreads, the sidebars, the factboxes, the pictures, the witty bottom nibs, and, most of all, the typography all indicate what the editors think are the most important, interesting, intriguing aspects of the day's events.
You don’t get that on the web or iPad. Online you’ll find a main story and a series of puffs and links, but little to indicate which the editors regard as the most relevant or important. There is a constant pressure to update the lead, but it’s hard for the reader to find the story that would make page 7 or 17 in the paper. On the iPad, you may see the same stories as in the print edition, but all the headlines are the same size, every news page is alike. The other day The Times carried  a huge file picture of Adele with an armful of Grammies and a small story saying that her 21 album had outsold Michael Jackson’s Thriller. In the paper that would have been a nib, possibly with a picture. But on the iPad it had the same presence as a serious political story. Can that be right?
Newspapers don’t have to die; they have to rethink themselves. Dumbing down was the solution of the 1990s. Today we should be wising up.

Get the mix right

News pages should be more incisive, with more background, analysis and commentary (clearly marked as such) on the main subjects of the day, but also with cross-fertilisation with the web, guiding readers to relevant material published in other media. At the same time, the secondary stories, the quirky and offbeat must be protected. Readers can stomach only so much war, economics and politics; it's the "everyday" stories that don't mean much in themselves but are simply interesting that newspapers do better than any other medium -  the stories that don't make it to television or radio bulletins and probably don't get read on the web or iPhone. Court cases are definitely in this category - think of the old-style Telegraph page 3. 
Features should be original and home-researched, rather than based on whatever book, television programme, film or album is coming out next week. How many interviews with Chris Martin or Daniel Craig does one country need? But originality costs money.

Look after your regulars

Next, we need to accept that the journalists who put a paper together are not representative of the country as a whole. They need to take a wider view. Britain isn’t a nation of yummy mummies, hoodies and grasping immigrants. We have a diverse population, yet our papers don’t reflect it. They are written by thirty and fortysomethings for thirty and fortysomethings and the rest of the world can go hang. If you think I’m exaggerating, look at the preview coverage for the latest series of Mad Men, a television programme that attracts an audience of fewer than 50,000.
The received wisdom has always been that young readers are key. The philosophy, rather like that of the banks, has been “catch them young and they’ll be yours for life”. The logic now is that the young can’t be bothered to buy papers, but are digital savvy with their smartphones, Twitter etc, so those are the formats that count. But they still buy celeb mags, don't they?
Are we missing a trick by chasing only the young? We have an ageing population: generations that have spent their lives getting their news, puzzles, football reports and recipes in print. Pensioners will soon account for a third of the population.  Do they want to read the newspaper on a computer or phone? That’s a heck of a lot people to write off.

Quite a lot of Britain isn't London
Then there is Londonitis.  The UK has a population of about 62 million, of whom about 8 million live in Greater London. Yet the serious papers virtually ignore the 54 million in what they dismiss as the regions or the provinces. They lump together Manchester, Birmingham and York as though they were a single entity, treat Devizes and Hertford as though they had the same concerns and interests. Who (apart from the Telegraph) cares about people living in the countryside? This is a whole untapped source of readership, but it will become more and more neglected as editorial cuts bite.
In the 1980s, The Times style was actually to byline reporters who worked outside London with a “from” dateline as though they were in Outer Mongolia : From Craig Seton in Stafford; From Richard Ford in Belfast. Thank goodness that has at least stopped; and how delicious it is that the paper’s most talented investigative reporter, Andrew Norfolk, operates not in the capital but ooop North.

Don't overcharge

Price is another issue.  Royal Mail struggles to convince the public that collecting a letter posted in Hastings at 5.30pm and delivering it in Aberdeen the next morning is exceptional value for 70p. What hope, then, is there of persuading readers to part with £1.20 for a 28-page Monday broadsheet with pictures of Kate Middleton and cute wildlife,  a lot of eurogloom and some football? OK, so maybe they buy. But will they do so tomorrow, and the next day? A tenner a week for a daily paper plus bumper weekend editions is quite a chunk out of a stretched household budget, especially if the business or sport or travel supplements are routinely thrown away unread. It doesn't feel like value (even though, of course, it is). 
The Times price war under Peter Stothard in the 90s laid the myths that AB readers were not price-sensitive and that to reduce the price cheapened the brand. The paper's circulation flourished as it never had before or since. Today The i is doing quite nicely, thank you, at 20p.

Get rid of the ugly ads

We are told that the economics don't work for print. Newsprint is expensive, falling circulations hit advertising, which is already suffering because of the state of the general economy. That's all true, but what is missing is the will to succeed. Newspaper owners see digital as the new nirvana and  print as something that they have to put up with - for now. The pride in print has all but gone. Just look at the hideous adverts of all shapes and sizes. Ads used to be confined to the corners or across the bottom of pages; now they can sit in the middle, diagonally across spreads and even occupy the top half of the page rather than the bottom. Then there are the pages cut in half vertically and the wrap-arounds that hide the real front page. They all make it so much harder for the reader to find the editorial.  No one seems immune: advertisers  have got the papers on the ground like a lion with a wounded  zebra, and they're gorging themselves.

Learn from the Sage of Omaha

There’s no escaping that papers are losing money. The Guardian group is haemorrhaging £40m a year; it has cut 250 jobs and is heading down the digital highway.  Sly Bailey has paid the price for the decline of the Mirror group. The Times has lost money for as long as anyone can remember, but suddenly it is expected to become viable and stand alone. Times and Sunday Times losses have been cut from nearly £90m in 2009 to £45m in 2010 to less than £12m last year.  Why, after all these years, is there this imperative for them to pay their way?
Because of the shareholders.  As Murdoch pointed out in his comment to the Leveson inquiry at the top of this post, News Corp investors, mostly in America, are sick of the nonsense of the newspaper industry and particularly the hacking scandal. They are happy to take the benefits afforded by the TV networks, film studios, blockbusters and satellite and cable, but they are not willing to carry passengers, particularly passengers from another country.  It’s too easy to forget that this giant multinational was built on print. 
These newspaper-hating investors may care to note that none other than Warren Buffett has today signed a deal to buy 63 American papers and he's not a man renowned for backing lost causes. These are, however, local papers and he reiterated his view today that "In towns and cities where there is a strong sense of community, there is no more important institution than the local paper". (See also Why local newspapers matter.)

Please can we have a press baron?

Cost-cutting is not the answer. Throwing everything into digital is not the answer. News organisations need imagination and investment. They need to build on what they know best rather than to throw away decades of experience. Of course they must embrace the new media, but there is still a place for print and to abandon it will prove a huge mistake.
Look at the past and you will see a legion of giant beasts of the newspaper world: Hearst, Rothermere, Beaverbrook, Northcliffe, Murdoch, Maxwell. Maybe not people you would want as house guests, but men with vision and passion. Maybe, like football, newspapers need to find a new breed rich men looking for a plaything. The old press barons were as much or more interested in power and influence than in profit. That is off limits for now, so unless you have zillions to squander, it’s the bottom line that counts.
So it comes down to the Desmonds and the oligarchs? Not necessarily. Editors could reassess the packages they produce, look to new readerships, and put forward new strategies.
The survival of print journalism lies in the hands of the journalists.

How do you see the future of journalism? Do you still have a paper delivered or pick one up at the station on the way to work? Do you prefer print, Kindle or iPad? Or have you given up on the mainstream media and switched to Twitter and blogs? Please join in the SubScribe survey here. Thank you.






Saturday, 18 February 2012

Information overload


David Cameron is the Prime Minister. Ilfracombe is in North Devon. The Bowleven oil company is based in Edinburgh.  The Oxford Bible Commentary was edited in 2001 by John Barton and John Muddiman. The taxpayer owns 83% of RBS.  
Readers may be interested in any or all of these facts - but not necessarily in an opening paragraph. Who cares about the geography or history of the subject of a story before discovering what he, she or it has done?
Take this intro from the front page of The Guardian:

Teachers at Gateway primary school, in Marylebone, central London, have noticed that anxiety about the introduction of a new housing benefit cap is beginning to unsettle some pupils.

So what is most important here? The teachers? The specific primary school? Its exact location? Or the children? Why all those commas and geography before we get to the point?
There are, of course, many ways of telling a story...but how about this:

Children as young as eight are fretting that they might lose their homes if housing benefit is capped, teachers say. 
(The age and precise concerns were detailed lower in the story).

The key is to focus on what counts and get that message across before the reader falls asleep or turns the page. That doesn't preclude delayed drops and other such invitations to read on, but the fewer commas (and parentheses) there are in an intro, the easier it is to read.
And yes, this is an egg-sucking lesson, but some of us need it. Did your grandma actually know how to suck eggs? Mine didn't. Sometimes we have to go back to basics..
If it's vital to the understanding of the story, put it up top. If it's a detail that can wait, let it come in naturally later on. 

And then there's the exception that proves the rule. Take this glorious effort from Martin Fletcher in The Times
Chris Tappin seems an improbable criminal. Silver-haired, bespectacled and slightly deaf, the retired businessman lives in an elegant house in Orpington, heads the Kent Golf Union, representing the county's 95 clubs, plays bridge and dotes on his grandson.

From another pen that would probably have been too, too much information. But it is just brilliant.