I have spent half of the last quarter of a century in Los Angeles. In that city there is (or was) only one newspaper with a worthwhile literary supplement. Over the years I have read it, contributed to it, and, sadly, watched it wither.
In the early 1980s the stand-alone Los Angeles Times Sunday supplement was edited by Art Seidenbaum. An old-school book-man, Seidenbaum cultivated good writing. The tenure of his successor, Jack Miles, coincided in the mid-1980s with an insidious fall in circulation. A distinguished academic and author in his own right (he would go on to write a Pulitzer-winning biography of God), Miles was a new broom.