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January 22, 2004

TRUE STUPIDITY FROM THE MOUTH OF BILL KELLER

I suspect by the time I visit all my pals on the left, I'll see that everyone has already linked to this piece, but here are the Book Babes weighing in on the future of the NYTBR. The future of serious fiction coverage looks bleak.

"I love that Chip championed first novels," he says, then offers the rhetorical question: But why take up 800 words when a paragraph will do? Based on our interviews with Keller, McGrath, and Erlanger, top management thinks contemporary fiction has received more column inches than it deserves.

"Of course, some fiction needs to be done," Keller says. "We'll do the new Updike, the new Roth, the new Jonathan Franzen or Zadie Smith. But there are not a lot of them, it seems to me." He gets no argument from Erlanger. "To be honest, there's so much s---," the new leader of the daily arts section observes. "Most of the things we praise aren't very good."

So the paper of record is taking a critical approach that puts them roughly on par with USA Today. Time to move to Paris.

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