A.O. Scott, remembering his colleague David Carr:
He managed to see the complexities of digital-age journalism from
every angle, and to write about it with unparalleled clarity and
wit. His prose was a marvel of wry Midwestern plainness, sprinkled
with phrases his colleagues will only ever think of as Carrisms.
Something essential was “baked in.” Someone was always competing
to be the tallest leprechaun.
That was how David would say he felt when he was singled out for
praise. Not that he was modest. He knew his gifts, and was
competitive in the way that many of us are — eager for the scoop,
the juicy assignment, the front page or the front of the section.
But no one was more generous in praise of his colleagues, or
happier in their success.