It is rather heavy going and I will not read it through, but I did check to
see if Benjamin Franklin is mentioned...yes, he is. Here is the passage,
which includes a surprising fact:
“Authors who “composed” their work with a
composing stick in hand were not uncommon in the age of Erasmus – nor in that
of Benjamin Franklin. Indeed, the simplicity of the early press made it
possible for American men of letters to act as their own printers – much as
Italian humanists had acted as their own scribes.”
Karl Mannheim’s Essays on the Sociology of Culture is quoted too:
“A
literate person – man or woman by the way – with a copy of Moxon’s Mechanick
Exercises (1683) in hand could teach himself or herself the trade, from
beginning to end. Simplicity of operation was not a factor of prime
importance in London…But it was crucially important in the provinces and
colonies, where printing-houses were small and pressmen few. There, if
necessary, one man who knew his business could mix his own ink, compose his
folio halfsheet page at type cases, operate the press himself, dry the pages and
even take the papers in his own hands to the neighboring taverns and coffee
houses for sale and distribution if he did not have a printer’s devil and could
not find a boy who would do it for him for a penny. The process was a
natural school for the autodidact and the way was open for the development of
authors who could complete the process by actually composing their work, in
both senses of the word with the composing stick. Two who did so were
those autodidact printers Mark Twain and Benjamin Franklin.
So, what do you know: printing and publishing have, to some extent, gone
full circle. Not that today’s author has a composing stick in hand!
Rather, the computer is his joy. My husband and I have done just this
with the setting and printing, and binding of my little book A Girl from
Bribie Island. My expertise (?) comes from being a “typiste” – a designation
from my time working at the Commonwealth Bank designation. Ken put the
text into pages and then added appropriate photos. We printed it at home
and collated it and then (in the first edition of 20 copies for family) Ken
stitched it, and bound it. But we didn’t
go to the taverns and coffee houses to sell it!
Ken’s own book is still in the setting stage.
Joyce VoyseyPS
Oh dear. I
sent that bit off to the editor and now I have found another interesting titbit
in the before-quoted book: Even in the
early nineteenth century, a professional man of letters such as Sir Walter
Scott could write: ‘I love to have the press thumping, clattering and
banging in my ear. It creates the necessity which always makes me work
best.’
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