My magazine, The American Prospect, is radically changing directions. After our July/August issue closes this month, the magazine's founders are taking it back over and it's unclear what happens next. Regardless, I've been informed that the Prospect's future plans do not include my continuing employment there. In a couple of weeks, I will have lost my job, and be unemployed for the first time since I got my first real job at Subway in my senior year of high school.
The proximate cause of this shift was Kit Rachlis's announcement to the staff and the board, on April 30, that he was leaving the Prospect for a new job in California. I've been really lucky to have spent my four-and-a-half years at the Prospect under two of its greatest editorial regimes. The first, Mark Schmitt and Ann Friedman, hired me, despite how clear it was that I had no idea what I was doing. I've always been grateful for their leap of faith, and their editing and teaching. For the past three years, Kit and his deputy, the great political reporter and editor Bob Moser, have helped turn me into something closer to a magazine writer. As a boss and editor, Kit gave me two highly underrated gifts—time and space—to learn how to write narrative nonfiction, along with an immeasurable amount of mentorship, patience, and support. Kit's also been hosting a dinner and longform journalism discussion for a group of writers that we came to call KRSJ—the Kit Rachlis School of Journalism. It's my most important alma mater.
I'm incredibly blessed to feel, for the first time, that I actually have a career. I plan to freelance for some time, and I already think I have a few really cool potential projects lined up. I'll collect all my clips here, so check back often. I'm also on the lookout for opportunities that feel right. In the meantime, if you've been a Prospect reader, thanks for all the support in the past few years. We worked really hard to make a great magazine.