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?
Lost Island. About 1,000 feet south of the Rockaway shores, off the coast of Queens in New York City, a one mile long island which I make mention of in NEW YORK – called Hog Island - had by the late nineteenth century became a favourite getaway “back room business” gathering spot for some of the city’s most powerful Tamany Hall politicians, and even attracted beach resort businesses and developers. But following the infamous Hurricane of 1893, which made landfall in New York City in August of that year, the island all but disappeared under the sea, and was lost entirely by 1902. Almost a century later, following two particularly devastating storms, hundreds of artifacts from the late nineteenth century washed up on the shores of southern Long Island, believed to have come from Hog Island.

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