: Kurt Andersen, in an interview with Minneapolis’ The Rake [via Romensko] reveals that he and Graydon Carter are thinking of coming out with a Spy retrospective — good idea; I know someone who’ll love that (and so would I).
He also talks about his decision to support the war, “ruefully and fretfully,” which he wrote about in the NY Times magazine.
But to be anti-anti-war isn’t the same as being pro-war, and that’s the sort of the weird ambivalent gray zone where I was for a long time, and still remain, I guess….
On this particular thing with Iraq, I can’t understand how anybody can have absolute conviction on either end, frankly. So I’m both a contrarian, I guess, and a kind of chronic ambivaloid.
That, as near as I can tell, is a coinage — no Google references at all for ambivaloid — and it’s a good coinage. In these days of strong opinions, on cable TV or on weblogs, to be amvibalent is to be contrarian.
Canada: It’s catching
: The SARS panic is about to get out of hand. Conventions in Toronto are canceled (well, OK, if you fear that nobody’s going to come and you’re going to lose a fortune). Kids’ sports games are canceled. Catholic pilgrims are disinvited from a U.S. even. But here’s my favorite: the Washington Post cancels a meeting with Toronto Star execs.
Paul Gallo, manager of the Star’s editorial computer systems, said he received a call “really late” from Post executive John Benner, cancelling the meeting.
“He left a message, sounding really embarrassed and apologizing, to say the tour of the facility couldn’t take place,” Gallo said from Washington yesterday.
Gallo … said Benner told him that he’d been instructed “by his executive editor that the tour wouldn’t be a good idea for liability reasons. He explained that, if anybody at the Post were to get ill after our visit, there’d be liability implications.”
And the National Post sends a reporter to the WHO in Geneva:
The hotel desk clerk quickly stepped two paces back yesterday when I told her I was from Toronto. “SARS,” she blurted, and for a split second she covered her face with her hands. I wasn’t sure if the gesture meant she was embarrassed, or if she was trying to protect herself.
Perhaps she thought that I might infect her. Kill her.
So I asked. “Are you afraid of me?”
“Yes,” she replied.