WELCOME to the debut of “The Truth Is!”, a blog of reporting and commentary that aims to be informative, thoughtful and provocative. At least initially, the blog will have a strong heartland flavor by virtue of the connection of a number of us to Cowles family journalism. I am former editor of the Des Moines Register’s opinion pages. Another contributor, Michael Gartner, is former editor of the paper; he later served as president of NBC News. Another former Register editor who has agreed to contribute, Geneva Overholser, is director of the University of Southern California’s Annenberg school of journalism. Followers of the blog will have access also to the work of Herbert Strentz of Des Moines, a close Register and other newspaper watcher who once headed Drake University’s journalism school. Bill Leonard, a longtime Register editorial writer, will add insights.

“The Truth Is!” will be supervised by my daughter, Marcia Wolff, a communications lawyer for 20 years with Arnold and Porter (Washington, D.C.). Invaluable technical assistance in assembling and maintaining the blog is provided by my grandsons Julian Cranberg, a college first-year, and Daniel Wolff, a high school senior.

If you detect a whiff of nepotism in this operation, so be it. All of it is strictly a labor of love. —Gil Cranberg

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Michael Gartner: THE WOMAN WHO SAVED GANNETT A TON

Note:  Michael Gartner delivered these remarks at the recent memorial service for longtime Des Moines Register arts critic Joan Bunke.  Gilbert Cranberg's post "All-Purpose Gem in Des Moines" ,  elsewhere in this blog, tells more about Bunke.

Joan Bunke saved The Des Moines Register.

She never turned in for overtime.

I mean, when WASN’T she working?

During the days, when she was navigating through that mess and maze that was her office?

During the evenings, when she was at a movie or a play or an opera or a museum?

During the nights, when she was home reading and reading and reading?

She probably worked 80 hours a week.

One month of overtime would have sunk the newspaper.

I nominated her for a Pulitzer Prize several times. I called the Pulitzer Prize Board last week to see if they save nomination letters. They don’t, and neither did I. But as I recall, one letter nominated her for the Pulitzer for criticism. I gave the board its choice:

For art.

For movies.

For books.

For music.

For theater.

She deserved five. Every year.

I figure during the 10 years we worked together she wrote more than two million words for the paper.

It would have been more, of course, but she was sparing in her use of adjectives.

In print and in person, she was kind and gentle.

But in print and in person, you knew where she stood.

She always reminded me of Julia Child -- a big and hearty woman who would produce something exquisite out of a total mess. Indeed, Bunke’s office and Child’s kitchen looked a lot alike.

She loved E. B. White and “Charlotte’s Web.” Do you remember the last three sentences of the book, when Wilbur the pig was remembering Charlotte? Here they are:

“She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.”

And, too, of course, was Joan.

No comments: