Excerpts
A Business of Ferrets
Avenue of the Americas
When the storm broke in the newsroom of the
New York Post in midtown,
the staff broke into the defensive huddles that mark a newspaper where the
editor has just proven mortal. There had been no warning of what was coming. On
Monday, April 23, 2001, just before five p.m., as the paper was gearing up for
the serious business of getting an edition out for the next day, the publisher,
Ken Chandler, called the staff around him. Xana Antunes, their
Scottish Portuguese editor, was with him, sucking the pink lollipop that was her
trademark since she quit smoking. It came out whenever she was under stress. Two
days later the
Post would announce a 10 percent rise in its circulation.
A cut in the cover price had given the paper the biggest ...
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