The first thing I was invited to write for The Village Voice was a 250-word review of a low-budget biographical film about Jeff Buckley. Now The Voice is dead, shuttered ignominiously by the billionaire who acquired it with aspirations toward rejuvenation only three years ago. In my circle of friends, The Village Voice was read and discussed more than almost any other publication — and my circle of friends do not live in New York. For a long time it seemed like the only alt-weekly that could not be defeated by the vicissitudes of the turbulent business. The Voice is dead, and one can only conclude that with it, the alt-weekly as a whole is not too far behind.

Source: National Post September 14, 2018 16:05 UTC