It’s a funny paper. The wags at the firm called it, when ensconced in a tower in lower Mayfair, the Tower of Truth. That is the gaffe that I remember. Now it has moved.
What made me laugh the most was when they decided to try Economist tv. Ho Ho Ho. Suddenly, it was just a bunch of public school boys pontificating to a tv camera. The hijab was off. They canned that idea pretty fast.
Day is not dumb.
But, I would say, The Economist has a soul.
And, if that soul were encapsulated by a single person. It would be a woman. Called Ann Wroe.
She is an earth mother. An extraordinary editor. And who knows what else. She just, somehow, understood, something.
This week, she did a digital interview. If you watch nothing else in your miserable life, watch Ann.
Tags: Ann Wroe, The Economist