The dismantling of New Orleans Times-Picayune newspaper is now complete. The dismal work begun by Jim Amoss in 2012 is finished.
Local rival, the Advocate newspaper’s John Georges, announced that he has purchased the Times-Picayune and will be folding the concern’s operation into his current business.
The oldest newspaper in New Orleans has been consigned to the dustbin of history alongside Selma’s Daily Rebel and the Detroit Times.
More’s the pity.
When Amoss gutted the newsroom in 2012, laying off 200 workers, the venerable journal was put on deathwatch by the scribes here at Scrumptiouschef. The real surprise is that the old gal managed to lurch and stumble along for another seven years.
But all hope is not lost. Numerous journalists from the Times-Pic have found work at The Advocate over the years and we predict even more will migrate to Georges’ publication.
The Times-Picayune’s pitiable pamphlet-style physical newspaper that came out a few times a week will not be missed. It will be integrated into the Advocate’s more robust one.
I really wish John Georges would’ve made his move before Jim Amoss retired from the Times-Pic so Amoss could have experienced the existential dread he instilled in his former staffers when he put their necks on the chopping block.
And Amoss’ digital first strategy? It directly led to his former paper’s defeat at the hands of its seven-days-a-week opponent.
Advance Publications, the Times-Picayune’s former parent, generated $2.2 billion in revenue in 2017. No doubt their rapacious attitude towards the journalists in their employ enhanced that bottom line a bit.
Graydon Carter turned out to be the canary in the coalmine. He walked away from (Advance’s) Vanity Fair after a 25 year career working for the company. He saw the gravy train’s hastening end and left on his own terms.
Local journos don’t have it so good.
The ink-stained wretches at the Times-Picayune will land on their feet of course. Some will end up in Louisville or Atlanta still hammering out articles on weathered Dell laptops. Others will join some bureaucratic or government agency or go to work in public relations.
The occasional hearty scribe will end up hustling out Hennessy and cokes in a 7th Ward tavern.
Somewhere deep in the soil Solomon Neuhaus is having a good chuckle at all this.