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This is not just a window dresser's manual; we come away with wonderful wisdoms for living today's life rightly. Ultimately, this is a book of the lives of people who dare and try and do. From Barney Pressman to Rei Kawabuko (of Comme Des Garcons) to his own grandmother, Doonan barrels through a life of extraordinary somebodies, from whom he rubs off a heady, giddy, and invincible euphoria which is both playfully irreverent as well as healthily capitalistic...
...courses, thinks Erhard is still pulling the strings. Says he: "Erhard is like the Cheshire Cat. He has gone away, but the smile is there, hanging over everything." Rosenberg says his brother is not and never has been involved in Landmark. Steven Pressman, author of a scathing 1993 biography of Erhard, calls that slick corporate maneuvering: "They've gotten out of the yoke of Werner because he became their worst p.r. man. But it's one of the greatest success stories in mass marketing...
...steady stream of first-year compers shuttled typescript and galleys through the snows between Plympton Street and the Freshman Union. Down in the shop, we put together the paper in a frantic, beer-fueled haze. Around 5 a.m., the dread moment finally arrived--when, in the absence of pressman Lew Brooks, we would have to wrestle with The Crimson's hulking offset press by ourselves...
...those distant Wednesday nights,when it was the turn of our press to sing, I would climb up on the pressman's platform, and for a moment or two my small perch became Olympus. I would riffle the paper in place on the feedboard and then punch the first power button to stir the dead weight of the steel and lead. The press would groan and move and finally plunge back and forth like a stallion in harness, air cylinders hissing and gasping as they cushioned each surge. I would stand a few seconds absorbing the rumble and relishing...
More ambiguous episodes followed. During the 1975 pressman's strike, Graham helped wrap Sunday papers herself in an effort to keep the paper publishing; it's a charming scene, but her account of the bitter labor battle is understandably one-sided. She agonizes about the executives she had to fire, then complains of the "sexist implications" of stories that call her a difficult woman to work for. There was steel there after all. Kay Graham had finally come of age: she no longer had to please everyone...