Ο Νταν Μπάουμ περιγράφει πώς προσελήφθη ως staff writer στο καλύτερο περιοδικό του κόσμου, μια θέση επίζηλη -και, όπως αποδείχτηκε, πολύ πολύ δύσκολο να την κερδίσει κανείς- και μετά πώς την έχασε. Και το περιγράφει στο twitter, 140 χαρακτήρες τη φορά. Επιλογή περίεργη -είναι δύσκολο να παρακολουθήσεις την πολύ ενδιαφέρουσα ιστορία γραμμένη ανάποδα.
First, a little about the job of New Yorker staff writer. "Staff writer" is a bit of a misnomer, as you're not an employee, But rather a contractor. So there's no health insurance, no 401K, and most of all, no guarantee of a job beyond one year. My gig was a straight dollars-for-words arrangement: 30,000 words a year for $90,000. And the contract was year-to-Year. Every September, I was up for review. Turns out, all New Yorker writers work this way, even the bigfeet. It's Just the way the New Yorker chooses to behave. It shows no loyalty to its writers, yet expects full fealty in return. It gets away with it, because writing for the New Yorker is the ne plus ultra of journalism gigs. Like everybody, I Loved it. More later.
It took me seventeen years to break into the New Yorker. I'd been a freelance journalist that long, and had sent in Proposals from time to time. I never even got rejections. The New Yorker doesn't send them. If they don't want the Story, they simply don't respond, so filing to the New Yorker is like filing to the dump. You send in a proposal, and if you're smart, you forget all about it.