Paul Greenberg

LINCOLN, Neb. - Other newspapermen may take junkets to Paris and New York. I get to go to romantic Lincoln, Nebraska.

My friend and veteran editorialist, Frank Partsch of the Omaha World-Herald, picks me up at the Omaha airport for the drive to Lincoln, where the Nebraska Press Association is meeting.

After dashing through DFW to make a connecting flight just in time, escalators and train ride and all, I get to take a deep breath and kick back for an hour with a friend. The horizon opens and the broad, undulating fields roll by under a cloudless sky. Decompression, thy name is Nebraska.

Geography is character. Like the landscape, the people here are open yet diffident, friendly yet holding something back to the casual eye. It occurs to me that the folks back in Arkansas who put together The Big Read, a statewide program to get everybody reading and talking about the same book this spring, couldn't have made a better pick than they did: the Great American Novel itself, F. Scott Fitzgerald's "The Great Gatsby."

My breath always does a sharp intake when I get to the last page and read that line about the dark rolling fields of the Republic in Nick Carraway's final lament for Gatsby, who'd gone East and remade himself in its image:

"He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night."

The great thing about being asked to talk to a newspaper gathering, any newspaper gathering, big or little, East or West, is that you never have to change your opening line. The lede gets their attention every time. Like a doctor slowly emerging from the operating room to report on a patient's condition to the anxious family. Here's the latest (and oldest) bulletin on the health of American newspapers:

The newspaper business is dying.

And it's been dying at least since the 1920s. Radio was going to mean the death of newspapers. Who needed print anymore when you had airwaves? Newspapers were double-dead when television succeeded radio. Now that the Internet has succeeded television and radio, the hopelessly outdated newspaper is dying again.

It's enough to remind me of what a Yiddish scholar once said about that always-fading language: "Yiddish has been dying for 400 years now. God willing, may it continue to die for another 400 years."


Paul Greenberg

Pulitzer Prize-winning Paul Greenberg, one of the most respected and honored commentators in America, is the editorial page editor of the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette.