In American journalism there's a rather tired style of feature/colour writing nicknamed a "tick-tock", a style that my old boss Paul Murphy used to deride as: "At 2am the fax machine whirred into life...". And so it is with the latest issue of New York Magazine and its hugely long and dull "profile" of Rupert Murdoch redux, which begins:
On Saturday, January 9, Rupert Murdoch was on his Boeing 737 returning to New York from a business trip to Los Angeles...
Anyway, here's the digested read: Rupert Murdoch is now very old but he's still working hard and his son James Murdoch wants to take over. The end.
My colleague Andrew Clark notes: "Only found one new fact in this NY Mag profile of Murdoch: the WSJ has a $100,000 annual budget for coffee."
