Rutherfurd on Rutherfurd

Translantic Publishing

Q. So you had to look for employment again.

A. I had lunch with Tim Waterstone and told him I'd had no luck writing and was out of money. And God bless the man he offered me another job. Effectively, I had a tiny publishing house with my own sales and marketing team. I used to go to the Frankfurt Book Fair and to New York to look for books to publish.

Q. You enjoyed it.

A. I could still be very happy as a small publisher today. The book business is wonderful, every aspect of it from publishing to retailing. I enjoy being in book warehouses, like book people, the feel of books, even the smell of them. It's where I belong.

Q. Around the age of thirty, you transferred to America.

A. WHSmith had set up an American publishing house which had some problems, and Tim Waterstone went out to turn it around. I remained in England under his successor, a lovely and talented man called Val Lewthwaite, who became my second mentor. In due course however, when Tim had a vacancy in America, he and Val agreed I should go to New York for a while. They wanted to build a small group of people with transatlantic experience.

Q. You liked New York.

A. Loved it. Professionally and culturally it was a huge learning experience.

Q. You can't have had much time for writing.

A. A draft of a historical play. Not much else.

Q. After two years, the business was going badly.

A. Tim Waterstone had inherited some huge problem contracts when he arrived. It wasn't the first time a British company had set up an American publishing business without understanding that complex market. He made a series of brilliant moves, but he couldn't get out from the overstocks that rose like a tsunami. So he carried the can. My mentor got fired.

Q. What happened to you?

A. Smiths kept me on working for a new American boss for a while. He was tough, but he taught me a lot. Meanwhile, they started to fold up the business. I was wondering what to do.

Did You Know?
In Manhattan in the early to mid nineteenth century, scores of pigs roamed the streets – about 20,000 of them at peak population in the early 1820’s, a ratio of roughly one pig to every five humans ! Many of them belonged to families. The city was quickly growing in the nineteenth century – in population and wealth disparity. Despite rapid urbanization, non-wealthy New Yorkers continued raising hogs as a means of surviving. A family could always slaughter one of its pigs to feed itself, or sell one of them since pork was a staple of the American diet. Why pigs? Other animals weren’t quite so compatible with urban life. People could let their pigs wander the streets, rummage through trash for the piles of spoiled food that was left out on the street during the day, and count on them to return home in the evening !

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