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- Apr. 05, 1993: From The Managing Editor
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
- Apr. 05, 1993 The Generation That Forgot God
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- FROM THE MANAGING EDITOR, Page 4
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- <body>
- <p> Ron Kriss, our Executive Editor, was a charming, funny man--self-effacing, passionate in his opinions, sometimes cranky.
- He was impatient, fair-minded and kind. He was surpassingly
- competent, and cool in the sort of crisis that a newsmagazine
- often has, with some major story tumbling in chaotically at
- the end of the week. Ron's professional reflexes were among
- the best in journalism. In both a military and an editorial
- sense, he was a superb officer of the line, and his death last
- week at the age of 58, after a long struggle with cancer, leaves
- us bereft. He was loved here.
- </p>
- <p> Ron was a consummate professional, and his gifts as a writer
- and editor helped shape this magazine for 30 years. His greatest
- legacy to us is the high standard of inquiry and fairness, of
- skepticism and decency, that he imposed on himself and on the
- magazine; he always reminded us when the scoundrel had been
- acquitted. He was inner-directed and mistrusted trends. He never
- failed to check writers' inclination to excess. As a colleague
- says, "In a conflict between poetry and truth, Ron came down
- on the side of truth." He hated what was false and had X-ray
- vision for it.
- </p>
- <p> Ron had been something of a child prodigy--admitted to
- Harvard at age 16--and all his life he kept a quality of eager
- boyishness that made an odd, attractive contrast to his
- professional polish, somewhat in the way that, for years, his
- youthful face contradicted his prematurely gray hair. He was
- famous for his democratically inclusive range of friends, many of
- whom showed up at his poker games (all pigeons welcome, from
- copyboys to senior editors). Ron's love of gambling had a certain
- raffishness about it. Keep the casino open. Give everybody some
- chips.
- </p>
- <p> Ron loved cats (he had four at the time of his death). He
- kept their photographs here and there around his office. He and
- his wife Suzanne Richie transported the cats each weekend to
- their home in the Catskill Mountains. There he turned them loose
- to explore the outdoors that he had loved as a boy, when his
- parents brought him up from Brooklyn on vacation, to stay in
- summer cottages.
- </p>
- <p> A magazine is, or should be, an organic thing that takes its
- life from the passions and prejudices and gifts of the people
- who produce it. This one took a lot of its spirit from Ron.
- We are pained to have lost him, but we cherish the example--and the memories--he left us.
- </p>
- <p> James R. Gaines
- </p>
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- </article>
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