Once, when I was the editor of a Major Magazine, the press people flew me by private jet (those were different days in the magazine business) to Wisconsin, to witness two million copies being printed. At one point I was standing on a scaffolding in the heart of a three-story tall press with multiple signatures whirring all around me and exactly your stupid grin on my face. Thank goodness the world isn’t entirely made up of English majors.
Thanks for being someone who understands the importance of quality at all stages and who cares enough to let the experts do their work - it's rare these days.
Thanks for the memories! Your post reminded me of the time when, as the managing editor of a tiny Canadian lit mag, I also had the opportunity to watch an offset press in action. Probably an even smaller operation than the one you saw--just a single story building covered in siding, the sort of thing you see on the edge of a major construction site. But on the inside? Endless fascination. It was terrifically loud, and thrilling to watch. I followed the staff around with my hands over my ears and my mouth hanging open, like a little kid on a field trip.
Once, when I was the editor of a Major Magazine, the press people flew me by private jet (those were different days in the magazine business) to Wisconsin, to witness two million copies being printed. At one point I was standing on a scaffolding in the heart of a three-story tall press with multiple signatures whirring all around me and exactly your stupid grin on my face. Thank goodness the world isn’t entirely made up of English majors.
Thanks for being someone who understands the importance of quality at all stages and who cares enough to let the experts do their work - it's rare these days.
Thanks for the memories! Your post reminded me of the time when, as the managing editor of a tiny Canadian lit mag, I also had the opportunity to watch an offset press in action. Probably an even smaller operation than the one you saw--just a single story building covered in siding, the sort of thing you see on the edge of a major construction site. But on the inside? Endless fascination. It was terrifically loud, and thrilling to watch. I followed the staff around with my hands over my ears and my mouth hanging open, like a little kid on a field trip.
And congrats on finishing the book!