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Sarah Russo, Associate Director, Publicity, [email protected], http://twitter.com/sarahrusso

Years ago, I started my career in publicity as an assistant at Alfred A. Knopf. It was the ultimate place to learn about books, authors, the publishing industry, the “right” way to do things in the publicity world, the civilized way.

Every day started for me at 7:30am, cup of coffee in hand, the other assistant and I divided the morning papers and got to reading: The New York Times, Washington Post, Daily News, New York Post, Christian Science Monitor, Wall Street Journal, and several other big dailies. We read them all, devoured them is more like it, searching for mentions of Knopf books—clipping, pasting, photocopying; putting together the “clips packet,” arts & crafts for the publicity set—to circulate to sales, marketing, editorial, and the rest of the publicity department. Yes, there were that many mentions of Knopf books each day. The packet was huge, thirty, forty pages on most days, far more on Mondays when we received the Sunday papers from around the country.

The office was a rotating cast of celebrity authors and poets. Michael Crichton, V.S. Naipaul, Toni Morrison, Eli Wiesel, and celebrity editors: Ash Green, Gary Fisketjon, Deb Garrison, Judith Jones. If you don’t know Judith Jones’s name it’s only because she is the personification of a true editor: the person behind the scenes, never flashy, never usurping the true performers—the writers—she just made the books better. But you do know her work. She discovered Julia Child, and there is a story that’s told at Knopf that she is the person who discovered The Diary of Anne Frank in the slush pile as an assistant at HarperCollins Paris. She was, of course, John Updike’s editor. And their friendship was palpable.

One afternoon, I had the chance to spend the day in Judith’s office, overlooking the East River (as Knopf was then at 201 East 50th Street) with John Updike. As a publicity assistant part of my job was to help authors sign their books when they came in to the office. When they are being asked to sign 300 copies for the sales force having someone un-boxing books, opening them to the title page and packing them back up is a necessity. My job for the afternoon was to help and make polite conversation.

Learning to talk to famous people as a terribly shy, 22 year old was a painful process for me but Mr. Updike was a kind, generous person and full of conversation. And we had one thing in common: we’re both Dutch (or I am at least partly so). So we had the Netherlands to chat about. And as we were talking about Holland, Sijthoffs and Updikes, plugging through 300 copies of Gertrude & Claudius, a rainbow appeared over the East River. Truly, a rainbow. Utterly bucolic over the dingy buildings on the waterfront of Queens. And we just stood there, staring out the window, silent, surprised and smiling.

John Updike was a good man: an incredible writer, kind to the least important of publicity personnel, and a lover of words and the world. He will be missed.

Sarah Russo, Associate Publicity Director

Like most postcards, this post comes many days after I have returned from Oxford and the 80th anniversary celebration of the Oxford English Dictionary. My last post left off on Monday after our lunch at the Eagle and Child Pub where Simon Winchester and Ammon Shea joined us for fish and chips and pints of warm English beer (mine was a half pint, I didn’t even know they came in half sizes, shows how under-traveled I am!).

The rest of the afternoon, was spent touring the city. First with the journalists and a professional tour guide who wore a little medallion proclaiming his official status. We took a great tour of the city, hitting several of the colleges (there are 39 in total that make up Oxford University, not to mention nearly 80 libraries!) and spots where they film Harry Potter. We saw some amazing architecture, including the Radcliff Camera:

And the very spot where three martyrs were burned during the Bloody Mary years! Marked by this cobble cross:

My second tour was a little more interesting when I rejoined Simon Winchester in the courtyard of the Old Parsonage:

I know Simon’s very lovely wife, Setsuko Sato, from her years as a producer for NPR’s Talk of the Nation. So over a few meetings Simon and I have gotten to be friends. As 5 o’clock rolled around we went out for a stroll through the park that borders the colleges of Oxford. On our walk we started to pass through Simon’s college. St. Catherine’s is the newest college of Oxford, founded in 1962 by the historian Alan Bullock.

St. Catz has a decidedly different feel from the rest of the colleges at Oxford. It was designed by Danish architect Arne Jacobsen in the modern Scandinavian style with a traditional English layout around a quadrangle. Jacobsen’s designs went further than the design of the buildings, similar to Frank Lloyd Wright; he also designed the cutlery, furniture, and lampshades, everything right down to the finest detail. Simon and I walked into the dining hall, which is nothing like dining halls here in the U.S., the long blond wood tables are lined up in neat rows headed by the table for professors and dignitaries at the front of the room on a low dais. The room was set up for dinner and I would have thought it was a special occasion the way everything sparkled—little did I know that it was a special occasion—but it seems they set everything up this way every night, with a dozen pieces of silverware and crystal to match.

After just slightly scaring the setup staff, as Simon had me sit in one of the ergonomic and utterly gorgeous high-backed chairs, we decided to take a detour so Simon could say hello to the Master of the college, Professor Roger Ainsworth. Simon found Roger chairing that night’s special event, a lecture by none other than America’s own Kevin Spacey! Kevin Spacey is this year’s Visiting Professor of Contemporary Theater. As odd as this may seem, Mr. Spacey has been the Artistic Director of the Old Vic Theatre in London since 2003 when it announced that it would once again become a producing theater. After the lecture Simon, and I by extension, were invited to cocktails and were introduced to Kevin Spacey. I had the slightly abashed pleasure of being introduced to Mr. Spacey as “a fellow American.” Suffice it to say, it was a great surprise and a definite highlight of the trip. We were able to chat with him for a few minutes and talked about how he has been living in London’s South End for the past six years.

All of this made Simon terribly late for his dinner with his fellow panelists (Ammon Shea, John Simpson–Chief Editor of the OED, and Lynda Mugglestone–Vicegerent, Fellow in and Tutor in English, Pembroke College), for Wednesday night’s main event at the Bodleian Library, so we rushed back. I ended day one in Oxford with dinner at the Old Parsonage, a table for one that was quickly filled by passersby who stopped to chat while I ate. An altogether perfect end to Alice’s first day in Oxford.

Day 2:

Tuesday began much like yesterday: coffee, toast, that sweet, sweet marmalade again and then the mad rush.

This is the real OED day: in-depth sessions about how the dictionary is put together, where its future lies (web or print), how long the new revisions will take to finish. Journalists received answers to all of these questions and more (you can read some reports both here: Maud Newton and here: Barbara Wallraff. The decision on whether there will be another print edition seems to be the one that people are most fascinated with. The New York Times Magazine earlier this year wrote of the demise of the print edition of the OED which has everyone aghast that the giant volumes may cease to exist. But Robert Faber, the Editorial Director of the OED, put most of these unfounded fears to rest. The revision of the OED is nowhere near complete. It could take another ten years, maybe fifteen to complete this round of revisions. That said, they honestly don’t know what the publishing world will look like in fifteen years but the OED hasn’t been out of print since the second edition was published in 1989 so in my mind that means the chances are fairly good for the print edition of OED 3. We also learned that each year revisions add the equivalent of one volume of information to the OED online which could mean that there will be some 30 to 40 volumes in the next edition. That is truly amazing!

So after the presentations, the journalists got to break into one-on-one groups with the editors of the different departments of the OED: new words with Fiona McPherson, etymology with Philip Durkin… This is where Simon Winchester’s inspiration for an op-ed on the change in meaning of “subprime” came from. While the journalists were getting into the nitty gritty of the OED I explored the OED library. Have you ever seen the condensed edition of the original OED? It literally has four pages of the giant volumes printed micro size to a page. It comes with a magnifying glass!

The day culminated with the public event in the Bodleian Library. Simon Winchester spoke about the history of the OED, John Simpson spoke of the present and future, and Ammon Shea talked about his experience reading the volumes from cover to cover. Questions ensued at the end for Ammon and it really was amazing to hear all of the parts condensed into an hour presentation. All of the most interesting bits of the past two days for a group of word lovers gathered under this amazing ceiling of the Bodleian:

But you don’t have to travel to England to get a glimpse into the OED. There will be events in the U.S. as well:

Events:

The Century Club (Members/Invite only) event will be a panel discussion on October 22nd at 6 pm featuring:
o Simon Winchester, author/historian
o Ammon Shea, author of Reading the OED
o Jesse Sheidlower, OED editor at large

The Harvard Bookstore event will be a panel discussion held on November 13th at 5:30 pm at the Brattle Theatre featuring:
o Jesse Sheidlower
o Ammon Shea
o Simon Winchester
o Barbara Wallraff, Word Court columnist in The Atlantic

The Philadelphia Free Library event will be a panel discussion on November 18th from 7:30 to 9 pm and will feature:
o Jesse Sheidlower
o Ammon Shea
o Barbara Wallraff, Word Court columnist, Atlantic Magazine

The Harvard Club of NYC event will be a discussion on March 4, 2009 featuring:
o Jesse Sheidlower
o Ammon Shea

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The Oxford English Dictionary is 80 and there are celebrations taking place all week in Oxford, England.  Sarah Russo, Associate Publicity Director, was lucky enough to travel to Oxford for the celebrations and below is her letter home to us, the poor colleagues still at our cubicles toiling away.  Sarah and Kirsty, my UK counterpart, will be posting about the celebrations all week so be sure to check back for more OED fun. (Don’t forget to check out Sarah’s twitter updates about her trip!)

Sigh…what a day! So many things have happened I hardly know where to begin. I suppose I’ll start at the beginning. Sure you don’t want some popcorn before I start? Okay then.

I started my day off with a very peaceful and delicious breakfast in the hotel. The Old Parsonage is just that: the house where the parson lived. A big place for a parson (the head of specifically an Anglican church which for obvious reasons is right next door). When you walk in the gate there is a courtyard filled with tables where you can have tea on nice days and the walls are covered in a plant that is not ivy, but much as you would imagine buildings to be covered in England and just beginning to change color. You walk in a small wooden door and you are met with the smell of the fire burning cheerily surrounded by chairs and tables to sit and congregate. The bar is just past the fireplace and altogether it is warm and just a little dark as a very old (built in 1660) house should be. So just past the bar are a very few steps up to the room where I sat having a cup of coffee white (with warm milk that is) and toast (with marmalade that is literally the most perfect bittersweet marmalade all orange rind and jelly) and waited for my eggs and Cumberland sausage. Suffice it to say this would be the last moment of relative stillness all day.

Shortly after breakfast I met the group of journalists congregating near the fire (a very good place to congregate) and we all walked over to the Oxford University Press offices for the scheduled start of the events. We were missing one, she had just landed at Heathrow and was on her way by taxi. So after I walked the group over, with the help of Claire from the office who actually knows the way, I doubled back. Well, her taxi driver was lost and I nervously paced back and forth for nearly an hour, frequently checking the email updates from her about how the driver is saying they are “only a mile away”, before she finally arrives. The bellboy was incredibly helpful in renegotiating the fare (by the way his name is Hugh and his dad works for OUP, isn’t that a stroke of luck? So he’s my new friend). So we checked her bags and turned right around, back to the press. At this point I’ve missed most of the morning, the introductions and the tour of the OUP museum led by archivist, Martin Maw.

Lunch was at the Eagle and Child pub and I got fish and chips and a half pint of beer called “bare ass,” I kid you not. At lunch were three men, Edmund, Jeremy, and Peter, the authors of our book Ring of Words about Tolkien and the OED as well as Simon Winchester (who wrote The Professor and the Madman about the first editor of the OED, James Murray) and Ammon Shea who just wrote Reading The OED. Now the bird and baby is famous. It is where Tolkien and Lewis Carroll met with their group called The Inklings and drank and talked of literary things. It is sort of like Puck Fair but small and old and very…curious would be the right word. It really is like falling down Alice’s rabbit hole. Oxford is a place that has existed in my imagination from history and novels for ages now and it is so much like I imagined it (without McDonald’s and Gap) that it feels just a little disquieting.

This will have to be the first installment. It’s quarter past midnight and I’m hardly near the best part of the day…

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