It seemed one of God’s little jokes when the recent outpouring of tributes inspired by the deaths of the old-time newspapermen Herb Caen, Mike Royko, and Murray Kempton coincided so nearly with the opening of something called the “Newseum” across the street from the headquarters of USA Today in Arlington, Virginia. It was built, at a cost of fifty million dollars, by the Gannett-sponsored Freedom Forum and bears all the hallmarks of contemporary museum design—that is to say, a minimalist use of space, heavy emphasis on video and electronic gadgetry (children can make a tape of themselves pretending to be TV newsmen), and a well-stocked souvenir shop specializing in caps and T-shirts—one with the slogan: “Trust me. I’m a reporter.”

Luckily, God spared one of Caen’s and Royko’s few remaining colleagues among old-fashioned, city-beat columnists to speak for them on the subject of the museum of journalism. “It sounds absolutely sickening,” Jimmy Breslin told Henry Allen of The Washington Post. “I don’t want any museums … You’re supposed to be scruffy and despised. You’re not supposed to be honored.” Paradoxically, however, being postmodern seems to mean that the more scruffy and despised you are the more honored you will be (just as, the more honored you were the more scruffy and despised you now appear).

Allen himself comments that he liked the “Newseum” in spite of himself. “I like all the noisy multi-screen wraparound 1960s Marshall McLuhan cinerama global-village mosaic idealism. It probably makes