I used to enjoy the LA Weekly on a regular basis — consult it for book readings, check out the interviews of literary folk and/or original fiction in its pages, find out how local politicians were squandering money and cultivating corruption. But alas, as Marc Cooper describes in great detail in LA Weekly: The Autopsy Report, the paper is falling on hard times. Or rather, it has taken a long slide down the crapshoot.
Don’t read the report — no, seriously, do not click that link — unless you care about weeklies, LA Weekly in particular, you have a strong enough stomach for publishing woes, and you aren’t afraid of an extended behind-the-scenes history of the magazine.
