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New Yorkers rate their critics in this weeks Time Out New York issue. The somewhat figure skating like rating system was based on "K=Knowledge S=Style T=Taste A=Accessibility I=Influence AVG=Average score". Some of the winners:
• Sasha Frere-Jones took first place in music criticism for his work in the The New Yorker, the New York Times, the Village Voice and others. We like his blog, too.
• Jerry Saltz of the Village Voice took the gold in the art criticism category, his wife Roberta Smith took the silver.
• J. Hoberman of the Village Voice took the lead in the movie critics category.
You can read about them all, and get the list of winners in the other categories (books, dance, food, classical music and theater), here. Panelists included: Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Chuck Close, Matthew Perpetua, Rob Tannenbaum and John Wyszniewski.
We think Nick Sylvester should have gotten an honorable mention for his book reviews and his music criticism - which can now be read here.
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sylvester should have recieved an award for not only killing his own career with an opportunity that could have propelled it, but also for being a big part of the blow that turned the village voice into the pile it is now.
It's a nice idea and entertaining reading, but some decent critics were attacked by haters. If you look on the TONY website, you'll see that the voters are people in the various industries, many of whom undoubtedly have scores to settle.
Any survey that leaves out Rex Reed is worthless. Although I often don't agree with some of his choices Rex delivers the most imaginative and catty reviews of anyone in NYC. Down with TONY, Long Live Rex
with the exception of the cover (only as of recent) TONY should be ashamed with the design of the that magazine.
The Original, London, has always had a better design standpoint and London uses better paper as well.
I use TONY to start fires in my fireplace.
That picture creeps me the hell out.
Sasha Frere-Jones write for the New Yorker, NOT the Times
I think the picture looks just fine.