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...industry conference in Detroit in 2001, she was speaking to a crowd of starstruck ad executives when somewhere in the crowd, a voice piped up with a fawning question. "Someone asked her, 'You dispense all this advice. Who taught you all these things? Who's your mentor?'" recalls Samir Husni, a magazine consultant who also spoke at the meeting. "She said, 'Me. Me. I did it all by myself...
...vulnerability of the media empire she had built. At an advertising-industry conference in Detroit in 2001, the lifestyle guru was fielding questions from a star-struck audience. "Someone asked her, 'You dispense all this advice?who taught you all these things? Who's your mentor?'" recalls Samir Husni, a magazine consultant who also spoke at the conference. "She said, 'Me. Me. I did it all by myself...
...Some predict that Shonen Jump is just a fad. "If it becomes a mass publication it will only be for a very limited time," says Samir Husni, author of the annual Guide to New Consumer Magazines. "The audience for these magazines comes in waves." The mangazine's publishers don't buy that. "Anim? has been in the U.S. for over 10 years now, and its popularity has been growing steadily," says Bauer. The circulation target: a million within three years, which would put it on a level with Business Week and Vanity Fair. Yugi's trouncing of Wolverine, it seems...
...with recent covers on dream houses, good schools and growing old. Some critics now call the Reader smug, self- satisfied, a bit too yuppified, and say it has sacrificed some edge to gain a broader audience. "There's a big chance they will lose their identity," says Samir A. Husni, a University of Mississippi associate journalism professor and magazine watcher. It sounds like the kind of thirtysomething problem that publisher Utne, on his TV-watching days, might appreciate...
Long before the sun was up one morning this week, three carloads of Syrian army officers rolled through the deserted streets of Damascus, stopped at the home of Syria's dictator, short, stumpy Husni Zaim. The officers awakened Marshal Zaim, told him he was under arrest. Then they sped to the home of bespectacled Premier Mohsen el Barazi, burst into his bedroom, took him from the house in his pajamas. Within the hour, a drumhead court-martial had sentenced both to death. As the sun rose, they were executed by a firing squad in the Mezze Prison...