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...columnist, as editor. "I would keep its politics, although I might run fewer pieces and longer ones. I'm beginning to tire of all this pop psychology though. It doesn't have much to do with New York as an upper-middle-class service magazine." Murdoch plans to reverse Felker's transformation of the Village Voice over the past couple of years from a gritty neighborhood weekly to more of a faddish entertainment guide. "It's got away from politics," Murdoch complains. "It's gone too much into life-styles." As for Felker's infant New West, "It's superb...
...Clay Felker, the creator and curator of this ineffably rewarding world, screams a lot. He insults people. He falls asleep at dinner parties. His wispy, graying locks go uncombed, his custom-made Savile Row suits look as if they had been bought at a manufacturer's fire sale-they do not disguise his paunch. He is variously described by associates and acquaintances as autocratic, devious, dishonest, rapacious, egotistical, power mad, paranoid, a bully and a boor. Almost in the same breath, the same people call Felker a genius. "He's always been tough, restless and driven," says George...
...quintessential, slightly hoarse upper-class Manhattan honk, Tom Wolfe once theorized in New York magazine, can only be produced by the proper Eastern boarding schools, too many cigarettes over too many years and a great deal of whisky and gin. New York's founding editor Clay Schuette Felker, 51, attended a public high school in Webster Groves, Mo., has never smoked and rarely drinks anything stronger than cambric tea. His accent remains stubbornly and glottally Midwestern nasal. He flunks the honk test...
Murdoch is seldom seen without tie, vest and stylish Savile Row suit. The Murdochs occasionally entertain at home. More often, they like to invite a few friends (among them: Murdoch Executives Richard Sarazen and George Viles and, until now, Clay Felker) to dine at a tony restaurant like Le Madrigal. Out-of-town visitors are taken for a Kong's-eye view of Manhattan and a feast at the top of the World Trade Center, and Rupert sometimes takes Anna for a quiet lobster dinner at The Palm restaurant. "I'm a bit dull and humorless, not the sort...
Nonetheless, Felker's weekly Almanac de Gotham lays down standards of aspiration, acceptance and rejection as rigid as any set by Louis Quatorze. Along with genuinely useful "urban survival" features, it gives the insecure a superior feeling of being inside, offering them a blend of fact and fantasy. It portrays an unreal stream-of-consumption world whose Gucci'd, Pucci'd denizens glide between Parke-Bernet (the t is not silent) and La Grenouille (the maitre d's name is Jean), send their children to the Dalton School, winter in St. Maarten or Gstaad, summer...