To his colleagues, Chris Porterfield is an editor whose specialty is everything. Our music writers know him as a lapidary of words whose subtle touch gives luster to subjects as diverse as Rachmaninoff and rap. ("He polishes each sentence so it shines in such a way that you say, 'Yes! That's what I meant to say,' " says Janice Simpson, our New York bureau chief.) Our art critics think of Chris as a paradigm of catholic sensibilities to whom no work of merit, from this century or any other, is unfamiliar. ("Scrupulous. Sympathetic. Measured," says Robert Hughes, whom Porterfield persuaded to...
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