NEARLY 25 YEARS AGO TODAY, NICHOLAS CHARNEY started a magazine
calledPSYCHOLOGY TODAY. "Bored by psychologists who waste their time
philosophizing about questions which have empirical answers and...their
pompous and unnecessary vocabularies," he nevertheless deigned to create
a magazine "to let the air in on this fascinating and alive subject." His
governing premise: the question "What is psychology?".
Besides his meager financing, he was armed (only) with a Ph.D.,
high-octane guts, and boundless confidence and curiosity. His fortress a
beach house in Del Mar, California, on the opposite end of the world from
the New York publishing establishment. His army--a rogues' gallery of
counterculture ex-college kids and self-described publishing geniuses.
Most of them would go on to leave their mark in magazines, influencing
any number of the next generation with what they learned on the beaches
of Del Mar.
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So Charney and his kids set out to answer his question, and found
they weren't the only ones curious. He had not only caught a wave, but to
his relief he was, well, a goddamn surfer. And what a ride. And what a
time.
PSYCHOLOGY TODAY was more than just out there, for the issues of
the day became the issues of the magazine. Police and violence. TV and
children. The trial of William Calley. Body image. Left brain/right brain
research. Manson. Music. Presidential character. What have you. More than
covering the current events (others did that, though Charney's question
permitted-demanded--different answers), the magazine, under the irascible
George Harris, gradually developed a kind of lock on the voice of the
time. At least for awhile.
Out of the mainstream but at the center of the issues--like a
long-running popular song--it became a cult hit and a commercial success.
Which under the loving care of Charney it might, have stayed, had he, in
the rich tradition of entrepreneurs. both blessed and cursed with early
success, not expanded into other less-promising ventures.
So like a vagrant, precocious gypsy child who no one quite wanted
fully (or at least understood), PT was then sold and resold, with each of
its new, powerful owners trying in vain to recapture that early magic
that Charney and his gang had achieved, seemingly with so little effort
and so much fun.
First in line was a large paper company; then a soon-to-be
billionaire publisher of special-interest magazines; then came the mother
of all clubs--a psychological association. And on it went. Each new
buyer, in search of the magazine's former glory, concluding the ownership
experience exhausted psychically and financially. Each sale entailing the
transfer of approximately the same amount of debt and bloated
subscription liability, so that nothing was reduced. Just passed on. And
so on.
The last at-bat was The Entrepreneur. Flush with the success of
founding "the" health magazine of the '80s, he--with a little help from
his friends--borrowed up to the gills at almost precisely the wrong time
in the market. In due course the magazine went belly-up, as did he,
becoming in the process and among his industry peers a kind of market
leader in the personal-ruin arena. Of course breaking a pick on PT was
nothing new, but The Entrepreneur set a precedent by not being able to
pass the hot potato.
But by finally crashing and burning, something was accomplished
that none of the old owners had achieved. Call it, if you will, creative
destruction (or, put another way, like tripping a dizzy camel and holding
on as he stumbles)--but when this present company bought the magazine out
of foreclosure, it assumed a fraction of the original debt and the
bloated circulation. So you see, PSYCHOLOGY TODAY, moribund or so it
seemed, finally has its fresh start.
So here we are, starting over, mindful of the tremendous hurt to
the subscribers, staff, and friends of the magazine, and what the cost of
this new beginning has meant. But we are mercifully free of traditional
magazine overhead, putting out this issue with a fraction of the old
costs and with new computer applications. Being on the outside looking in
is a natural place for us, allowing us to be respectful of the past but
no longer held captive emotionally or financially by it.
Someone once said that editing a good magazine was like holding a
hose that had too much pressure. So much that you could barely hold on;
at best just controlling the direction of the flow. If the resilience of
this magazine has taught us anything, it's about the power of ideas and
the intensity of this subject: There's not a whole lot of things more
interesting than what makes people tick.
"In my beginning is my end...in my end is my beginning"-T S. Eliot.
So you see, Charney's question has survived just about everything(see
p.36). That in itself is kind of trendy. We hope the current issue begins
to let some air in--again.
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