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212 | denis beckett<br />
unsurprisingly, was that he would “build on the tradition”. His<br />
first edition I couldn’t read. It was standard-form politics with<br />
elephantiasis. an election was coming and Frontline was a mass<br />
of pundits predicting and candidates promising, like the rest of<br />
the press but in more words. I raised this with Don, surprising<br />
myself that I raised it without knuckledusters. Don said yeah,<br />
right, this was building; moving into mainstream areas and<br />
giving readers special depth.<br />
This didn’t work for me. We might not have been mainstream,<br />
but we had been distinctive, and not boring. I don’t know why I<br />
didn’t argue. I think it was sleepwalk taking over.<br />
I pounded out Book 3. at least, I think I did. My body told me<br />
I was working like mad, but words somehow did not appear on<br />
paper. It was the second Book 3, for one thing, after I’d ditched<br />
the first. Tardily did the finger strike the keyboard, mainly to<br />
alter the last strike.<br />
Plus I was being hauled off to see advertisers. No longer the<br />
supplicant in a queue in the waiting room, I was now supposedly<br />
the Distinguished editor whose presence drew senior execs to<br />
lunch. Didn’t seem to be drawing their bookings, though, and<br />
through a mist I wondered how after all these twists and turns<br />
I was doing what I least wanted to do.<br />
Plus I didn’t read the magazine whose masthead declared<br />
me to be its Publisher and editor. Where it had become a tract<br />
for my blinding faith in ultra-democracy it was now becoming a<br />
tract for Don’s blinding faith in ultra-free-enterprise. Something<br />
failed to jell, but it was through mist.<br />
Plus the office was a different place. Don was young and<br />
american. One day he produced two friends, who had come<br />
to help us free of charge, how grateful we should be. These<br />
were young americans too, and large presences in every way.<br />
a quintessentially Suthefrican institution sounded like a<br />
Mississippi bar and felt like a Management consultancy.<br />
rachel, who had always taken on anything that came her way<br />
and had never encountered a word called “complain”, became<br />
scratchy. It was hard to be Lady High everything else with two