MacKenzie’s editorship was from a different era to that of Brooks, who edited The Sun as well as the doomed News of the World on her way up. His relationship with senior politicians was, by and large, conducted on the end of a phone and often in fractious circumstances, rather than at the poolside parties attended by David Cameron, Tony Blair, and other politicians at the homes of Murdoch family members or executives. Famously in 1992, the then-Conservative prime minister, a rather gray character called John Major, phoned MacKenzie tentatively to ask how he was thinking of covering an unfolding financial crisis. MacKenzie responded: “Well prime minister let me put it this way. I have a large bucket of shit sitting on my desk, and tomorrow morning I am going to pour it all over your head.” In MacKenzie’s retelling of the story there is a pause at the other end of the phone before Major responds, weakly: “Oh Kelvin, you are a wag.”
MacKenzie’s act at the Leveson seminar was reminiscent of the uncle at the wedding who loses all social inhibition after a few drinks, relating shortcomings and secrets to a shocked but prurient audience. However, it contained the necessary grain of truth that nourishes great spectacle.
The British press is on trial in some respects at the Leveson Inquiry, which starts in earnest in November. It potentially stands to lose some of its most precious attributes, such as the ability to self-regulate. But it is worth noting that what put it there were acts already covered by criminal law which went unchecked by both a political system and police force who were too occupied as MacKenzie put it with, “kissing arses rather than kicking arses.” Press failure might be part, but is by no means the whole of the story.
The unfolding of the Leveson Inquiry ought to be followed by everyone who has an interest in the future of a free press, although one cannot imagine all the forty-six editors, celebrities, public figures, and hacking victims scheduled to appear will share Kelvin MacKenzie’s gift for creating sensational headlines.
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Behind the News, The Audit — October 14, 2011 11:23 AM.
Rupert Murdoch’s “Arse”: An ex-tabloid editor tells Parliament who kissed what.
By Emily Bell.
If you look around the corner of the news, you will see his royal Australian arse everywhere, that is true. (I hope the interest is merely professional, Emily Bell.)
What is mildly shocking is that Rupert Murdoch has so many good media properties, but has still gotten into this mess. I prefer The Australian to any other paper in the region. The weekend Wall Street Journal has become far better than the Sunday New York Times. There is only one great literary review in English, The TLS.
The Sunday Times of London is a magnificent paper. It feels like the finest Egyptian parchment, and reads like it. Can anyone tell me what that style of parchment is like? Maybe I mean Egyptian linen.
The best (and only powerful) teaching grammar of English is a Murdoch product, the COBUILD English Grammar.
If he had learned how to maximize the good and fend off the atrocious, he would be a genius of the media.
Nonetheless, Rupert Murdoch has my vote as an original. He may make a comeback. If not, he could take over as editor-in-chief of CJR. He will treat Emily Bell with kindness. I feel it in my bones.
#1 Posted by Clayton Burns, CJR on Fri 14 Oct 2011 at 11:13 PM
Thanks, CJR, for putting Rupert's 'Arse' right up front. I am becoming ever more suspicious of Emily's motives. Can't you have a normal fetish, Emily Bell?
If Rupert Murdoch had invested his 'surveillance' energy in legit information management, he could have become the only 20th-century fox-genius of the international media.
That is where cjr.org could get traction. Here is a suggestion:
HARVEY SCHACHTER Globe and Mail today.
Quick way to share video links in e-mails:
[If you’re sharing a video from YouTube with a work colleague (for work purposes, of course), Wall Street Journal columnist Katherine Boehret advises that you can help the person start at exactly the point you prefer by right-clicking on the video and selecting: “Copy video URL at current time.” Then paste that URL – using CTR-V – into your e-mail note, and the recipient can begin precisely at that point. The Wall Street Journal.]
OK. CJR. Review this WSJ idea and tell us if it is the best way.
CJR could have the first and only true English Column and Information Management Column. What Rupert should have done long ago. (When is someone going to solve the Egyptian papyrus, parchment, linen problem?)
As for the bastard who came up with the nickname 'RipArt MarDuck,' screw off.
#2 Posted by Clayton Burns, CJR on Mon 17 Oct 2011 at 03:55 PM
At least Rupert Murdoch does not have a fetish for torture jokes, as does the ABC News Torture Joker. (See the video ad for Internet Explorer 9, just before this chilling story):
http://abcnews.go.com/US/girl-basement-dungeon-case-held-10-years-burned/story?id=14768875
What a juxtaposition. You can find sick people just about anywhere. Especially, apparently, at ABC News online.
#3 Posted by Clayton Burns, CJR on Wed 19 Oct 2011 at 08:34 PM
The ad is here, in case it gets changed:
http://www.beautyoftheweb.com/#/intro/win7_other
#4 Posted by Clayton Burns, CJR on Wed 19 Oct 2011 at 09:22 PM