Years ago a colleague, at the least famous of today but already arousing as now, going away from the newspaper, called by another newspaper – coincidentally the fact – greeted the editorial staff: “It was beautiful, I thank everyone, a little less the colleagues of the politician who ran badly my pieces”. Demonstrating a worst education of the average quality of its articles.
It came to mind the other evening when on TV we heard by Andrea Scanzi – very famous personality for everything except for what he insists on doing: the journalist – that his “beautiful interviews” are ruined by the titles, the so -called “stone asses” who “do not have a social life, are always in the editorial office, they do not write” and therefore they are frustrated and take revenge.
Now. We will not mention the first rule of journalism, namely that if an interview does not give a good title it is the interview that sucks: that is, it is the fault of those who have written it not of those who headquarters it. But we mention the colleagues of the fact that, on the phone, they tell us that Scanzi writes a Pezzullo a week, nobody has ever seen his beautiful interviews, “And then what the fucking social life speaks, he who lives in Arezzo?”.
That the problem is not even what Scanzi said, who basically is not nice, is not ingenious, but is not intelligent. But what he did.
The next day, to apologize, wanting to take a step back, called the colleagues. But not the editorial staff that makes the titles. But the leaders who pay him the salary.
When you say to have an extra reverse.