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Nice post. ... What's the janitor story?I did leave. Granger got fired, and so did his deputy, Peter, who was my direct editor for 14 years. So I quit. My last Esquire story is in Granger's last issue, which is May. I'm not the only writer who's leaving, but I'll let them make their own announcements.
Ragu, when Granger inherited Esquire it was losing lots of money. 2008 and 2009 were scary years, too. But Esquire has been turning a considerable profit lately. Last year was second only to two years ago, I believe. It's making millions annually. That's why that CJR piece is framed the way it is: His firing doesn't really make sense, rationally speaking. We had meetings in the fall about what we were going to do for the next couple of years, and if I'm sad about anything, it's that I won't get to read some of the stories, the big year-long projects, that were assigned. There were all sorts of ambitious plans afoot.
You're right that there was constant pressure on Granger to make cuts, but he insulated us from most of them. We were paid well, and we were never told "no" to a story because of money. (When Granger stood up to Apple on behalf of Andy Langer however many years ago, that engendered more loyalty from us than anything else he might have done. We knew he had our backs, and for writers, that's such a huge thing to know.) He was really a dream boss, and Peter is a dream editor. I was lucky to work for them both for as long as I did. I've said this on Twitter, but really, I feel like no matter what happens now, I can't really complain about anything. I wanted to work for Esquire more than anywhere else, and because a janitor stopped me when I was walking out the door back in 2001, I got to work there for longer than I ever imagined. For a small-town Canadian kid, that's blessed beyond blessed.
A couple of weeks ago, we had a big farewell party for Granger—even Jim Nelson from GQ came, which I thought was a very classy gesture—and the next night his writers took him out for a steak. (Scott Raab paid for all of us, which he'd be mad at me for mentioning, but I think it says something important.) We laughed and cried and hugged. We're proud of what we did. Now it's time for some of us to do something else.
Nice post. ... What's the janitor story?
It's a long story I've told too many times, but basically, when I was on the baseball beat for the National Post, I went into the Esquire office cold and tried to meet with Granger. After a long conversation with security, I was roundly rejected. Walking out, a janitor stopped me. He'd overheard the conversation and told me I should try this guy Andy Ward instead. I should call him. So I did. Andy agreed to meet me, and that was the start. That janitor changed my life, and I suspect he has no idea what he did for me. Esquire moved from that building before I started working there. Never saw him again. He's like the career version of a guardian angel.
It's a long story I've told too many times, but basically, when I was on the baseball beat for the National Post, I went into the Esquire office cold and tried to meet with Granger. After a long conversation with security, I was roundly rejected. Walking out, a janitor stopped me. He'd overheard the conversation and told me I should try this guy Andy Ward instead. I should call him. So I did. Andy agreed to meet me, and that was the start. That janitor changed my life, and I suspect he has no idea what he did for me. Esquire moved from that building before I started working there. Never saw him again. He's like the career version of a guardian angel.