In a fascinating piece about the demise of the Boston Phoenix, Chris Faraone laments its exit shortly before things became really interesting in Boston (boldface mine):
The Phoenix would have been the first to call out such hawkish idiocy. Unfortunately, the anniversary [of the Iraq War] came four days after we shut down, as did the plethora of tall tales about American success on that front. In the weeks and months that followed, the Phoenix was also missed as Boston’s five-term mayor, Thomas Menino, announced plans to retire, setting off a 16-way scrap for the ages, and in the wake of the Boston Marathon bombings, as media from all over the world proved incapable of communicating the region’s proudly provincial quirkiness. Starting moments after the explosions, a number of publications reached out to me for dispatches. But while the BBC, The American Prospect, and a few others took my input seriously, the bigs like CNN and The Huffington Post asked me to chase puff pieces with the robot media that had parachuted in. Editors at those places didn’t seem interested in my knowledge of the city, or the people who live there. They just wanted more of the same Boston Strong hero-worship they had been peddling all week. Needless to say, the ordeal served as a reminder of how special the Phoenix was, and how fortunate I’d been to work there.
Other than the free weeklies, I’m not convinced there is any real local reporting in Boston. I don’t check out the Herald very often, but the Globe just doesn’t get the job dome. I don’t get the feeling that the reporters know the city. And that doesn’t bode well for Boston.