New Brevoort Formspring

There was an artist at one point who was late, and who had been dodging calls from my office. This was back in the days before everything was digital, to give you some sense of how long ago. Eventually, I got him on the phone, and he told me that he had the last four pages of the job done. I told him to fax (!) them in to me immediately, and he gulped a little bit. A few hours later a fax came in. it contained one finished page, one page very roughly laid out–and two pages obviously drawn by another, inferior artist whom I never hired. Those pages didn’t get accepted and didn’t get paid for, but the artist got an earfull when he listened to his answering machine message from me (as he was still ducking phone calls.)

And the book went to press late.