Lewis H. Lapham, the innovative editor who revived Harper’s magazine and penned books and essays that skewered the American upper class from which he sprang, died July 23 in Rome. He was 89.
His family confirmed the death but did not cite a specific cause.
Born into a family with a long history in statecraft and industry -- relatives included the secretary of war for Thomas Jefferson and a founder of what became the oil giant Texaco -- Lapham retained the aura of extreme privilege. On his tall, trim frame, he wore bespoke suits, accessorized with pocket squares and cuff links. He could often be found, drink in hand and chain-smoking Parliament cigarettes, at A-list galas and restaurants in New York.
At the same time, he positioned himself as an often-scornful observer of his own aristocratic heritage, leading to quips that he was “the Brahmin who got away.”
He aspired to be a historian and was studying the subject at the University of Cambridge when, in 1956, the Suez crisis broke out as well as the anti-Soviet uprising in Hungary, and he found himself drawn to the thrill and immediacy of documenting history as it unfolded.
“I couldn’t imagine anything more exciting to do than to try to put words on paper,” he told the design and culture website Print, describing journalism as a form of public service and a “heroic” forum for ideas.
But by the time Lapham joined Harper’s as a contract writer in 1971 -- after assignments for Life magazine and the Saturday Evening Post -- the venerable monthly founded in 1850 was losing readers and advertisers.
In a dispute with the owner over editorial direction and budgetary conflicts, the entire staff except for the art director followed the beloved top editor Willie Morris out the door, a mutiny that Lapham likened to “one of those Shakespeare plays where all the important people kill themselves.”