My cartoon yesterday showed a couple reclining under an umbrella. The man was reaching for the newspaper on a table while his wife asked, "Do you want to read the Times or do you want to enjoy your Sunday?"
It got some nice comments, all agreeing that the news these days was overwhelmingly depressing. But my comment was about the rest of the paper, the unrelentingly dyspeptic tone that colors the Review section, the magazine, even the book review. Sunday after Sunday, the staff of the New York Times appear to be the unhappiest people in journalism.
