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O Brave New Editors

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Is there any headier experience than running your own publication when you’re still in your twenties? Perhaps it isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but for those of us bitten by the journalism bug, it may well be the best time of our lives. And having been on both ends of the journalism transaction–writer and editor–I know that it’s way more fun to be in the driver’s seat than to be the hitch-hiker by the side of the road watching the cars fly past.

When I was in college, I wasn’t exactly running a publication, but I did have responsibility for filling the features page three times a week–and that was plenty of responsibility, as far as I was concerned. I got to think up story ideas, assign them to others or (more often than I planned) write them myself, come up with clever headlines and graphics, design the layout … in short, wield journalistic power. Of course, there were frequent crises: writers that were MIA as deadlines approached, stories that came in with serious problems, photos that got lost somewhere in the darkroom (yes, in those days we had a darkroom) … whatever. But even the crises were exhilarating. And the cameraderie born of sharing all this joy and angst with my colleagues was–while temporary and situational–genuine and memorable.

My son (who is the most faithful, if not the only, reader of this blog) has just come off what I presume is a similar experience editing his own college publication–where, as editor-in-chief, he had way more responsibility than I did, and was far more innovative and thoughtful in his approach. He may well go far in journalism, which, despite the fact that the industry seems to be imploding, is his chosen field of endeavor, at least for now. But I wonder if he’ll ever have as much fun again. (Sam: I know it wasn’t ALL fun, but believe, me, it will seem more and more like nonstop fun as the years go by.)

So I think I (and perhaps my son) can relate to the enthusiasm with which Eliza Anderson, at the age of 26, must have approached her new post as editor of a fledgling magazine in 1807. We don’t know exactly how her rise to this position came about, but she probably started out by submitting articles, under pseudonyms of course, to a publication called the Companion. The editors of the Companion–all men, and all apparently busy with their studies or occupations and hard pressed to find the time to edit this magazine they’d launched–may well have recognized her talent (perhaps without recognizing her true gender) and begun publishing her submissions regularly. At some point they appear to have taken advantage of her enthusiasm and availability and started transferring some editorial responsibilities to her, because she appears to have functioned as a sort of associate or deputy editor in the final months of the Companion‘s run.

Then, at last, she elbows her way out of the shadows–or, perhaps, the men who have been out in front of her all trickle away, distracted by other pursuits–and emerges as editor-in-chief of a new successor publication, one that conforms to her own ideas of what a magazine should be (that is: tart, satirical, and critical of absurdity, pretension and folly). A dream come true! And she takes a new pseudonym, one that is forthrightly female: Beatrice Ironside.

A few weeks after taking the helm of this new magazine, the Observer, she introduces herself under the heading, “Beatrice Ironside’s Budget: Speak of Me As I Am.” Acknowledging that “much curiosity [has] been excited to know, what manner of woman our female editor may be,” she proceeds to describe herself. She seems to be trying to reassure her readers that she is not a creature of extremes, but rather will function as an understanding and moderating presence. She is, she says, “old enough to have set aside some of the levities of youth, and young enough to remember, that she has had her share of them,” and she proclaims herself “neither a misanthrope nor an optimist.” Nevertheless, her optimism–indeed, her exuberance–fairly leaps off the page.

What she doesn’t dwell on, at least not explicitly, is the fact that she’s female–perhaps the first female in the country to edit a publication of this sort. But, like the proverbial 800-pound gorilla, it’s a fact that can’t be entirely ignored. She apparently feels the need to describe her appearance, something a male editor might have chosen to omit (“neither ugly enough to frighten a fiery courser from his repast, nor handsome enough for the Parson of the Parish to turn aside from his discourse whilst he admires her beauty”). And she assures her readers that her particular experience renders her more qualified for this editorial position than most members of her sex: “Accident having thrown her much more in the busy throng, than generally falls to the lot of woman, she has thereby acquired a knowledge of human nature which will assist her much in prosecuting this her work.”

But what she seems most intent on explaining is that her prime subject will be “the vices and follies that fall beneath her notice,” which she intends to “lash with the utmost force of satire she can command.” With the memory of the recent “Tabitha Simple” debacle still sharp in her mind–a contretemps that led to the departure of her star columnist–she protests that she won’t be targeting any particular individuals, but she acknowledges that she may “touch a picture with such lively strokes, that folly perceives its likeness, and is enraged at the dexterity of the artist.”

True dat, as they say these days (and having just penned a satirical novel myself, I’m well aware of the possibility of outrage). But Eliza–or “Beatrice”–claims that she couldn’t care less how enraged people get: “She happens to have been so luckily constructed, that she can turn an iron-side to the proud man’s contumely (or woman’s either).”

As it turned out, Beatrice wasn’t quite as iron-sided as she thought. But she was right about one thing: “Mistress Beatrice, if publicly attacked, will not fail to defend herself, and Porcupine-like, she will always have a quill [i.e., a pen] ready to dart at those who may assail her.”

Above all, the friend of truth

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So how did Baltimore react to this news of a female editor in 1806, at a time when such a thing was generally unheard of?

Initially, at least–as far as can be determined–there wasn’t much of a reaction at all. But in the same editorial quoted in the previous post, the new female editor (later female editors would embrace the term “editress,” but this one didn’t) announced that there would soon be “alterations” in the “plan” of the Companion–alterations that were to include more assistance for the overworked editor. And, as it turned out, these alterations also entailed scrapping the Companion altogether and founding a new publication, to be called the Observer. The last issue of the Companion appeared at the end of October, and a prospectus for the Observer appeared towards the end of November. Although the first few issues of the Observer are either obscure or misleading about the editor’s sex (the editor is sometimes referred to as “he”), it was soon revealed to be female–and,not surprisingly, to be the same female who had previously been editing the Companion.

Why start a new magazine? Apparently because the new editor wanted to inject more satire into the magazine than the philanthropist who had backed the Companion was willing to tolerate (at least, that’s the explanation that appears later on). This new magazine was to be not only more satirical but, at times, downright acerbic, skewering various denizens of Baltimore who were thought to be wanting in culture or refinement. The change in tone was reflected in both the name change (from the Companion to the Observer)and the change in motto (from “A safe companion and an easy friend” to “The friend of Socrates, the friend of Plato, but above all, the friend of truth”).

But here’s the real question, at least for our purposes: who was this new female editor? Given the early 19th-century penchant for anonymity and pseudonyms, her real name appears nowhere in either publication (the pseudonym she eventually settled on was “Beatrice Ironside”). As anyone who has read previous postings of this blog might know, I have identified her as 26-year-old Eliza Anderson–the daughter of a Baltimore doctor, the abandoned wife of a ne’er-do-well merchant, and the mother of a now six-year-old girl–and the friend of a local celebrity, Betsy Patterson Bonaparte.

How do I know Eliza was the editor? The first clue comes from an early contributor to the Observer: Benjamin Henry Latrobe, the first professional architect in the United States, who oversaw the design and construction of the U.S. Capitol. (There was a terrific documentary about his life on PBS not long ago.) On October 28, 1806–just after the last issue of the Companion had appeared, and shortly before the Prospectus for the Observer would appear–Latrobe wrote a note on the flyleaf of a journal he kept: “’No. 1. Ideas on the encouragement of the Fine Arts in America’ written at the instance of some friends in Baltimore for the paper edited by Mrs. Anderson.” The essay that follows in Latrobe’s journal corresponds exactly to an article that appeared in the Prospectus, signed “B.” (A second installment appeared in the Observer’s first issue.)

Conceivably there could have been some other “Mrs. Anderson” editing a magazine in Baltimore in 1806, but this seems unlikely. Especially when you add to Latrobe’s note the evidence that was to come a year later in the form of impassioned denunciations of “Mrs. E.A., the fierce fury who edits the Observer,” in Baltimore’s newspaper.

But we’re getting ahead of our story…

A Safe Companion and an Easy Friend

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So, what of this early 19th-century magazine, the Companion? This much we know: It was founded in Baltimore towards the end of 1804 and continued to publish until October 1806–a fairly long run for a “literary miscellany” of the time (the Companion‘s full title was The Companion and Weekly Miscellany). Apparently these journals would often spring up and then vanish a few weeks or months later.

In 1811 another Baltimore publication attested to the genre’s generally short lifespan: “In the City of Baltimore so many abortive attempts have been made to establish a Literary Miscellany, that Experiment and Disappointment have become synonymous terms.” The author even mentioned the Companion by name, despite its relative success: “The weekly visits of the Companion were scarcely greeted by a civil salutation,” the author lamented. (This was part of a series of puns on the names of various defunct publications: “the rays of Moonshine were speedily extinguished: no one could see through the Spectacles,” etc.)

Just as 18th- and 19th-century newspapers bear little resemblance to what we now call a newspaper (their front pages were usually entirely taken up with ads, they freely mingled opinion and reportage, and their “news” was often weeks old), these magazines were rather different from their modern counterparts. For one thing, the “profession” of journalism hadn’t really been invented yet. The editors and contributors were all unpaid amateurs, often pressed for time–which may explain the brief life of many of the publications. Many of the writers in a given city actually knew one another–which enabled them to see past the pseudonyms, a convention originally adopted because a gentleman wasn’t supposed to be engaging in this sort of activity. A typical issue might include a column or two, often written in a humorous vein, an essay on a historical or philosophical topic, a poem, a review of a concert or an art exhibit, and perhaps a smattering of stale news from Europe. And the pages of these magazines reveal a number of lively ongoing dialogues: one issue might well contain a vigorous response to an article published in the same magazine the week before, or to something that had appeared in another local publication.

In some ways, though, these magazines seem strikingly modern. Think about it: a community of individuals, many of them more or less protected by pseudonyms, often engaging in heated written argument in a public venue–sometimes, indeed, “flaming” each other. Remind you of anything? Yes, the internet. And the give-and-take nature of these publications, with many readers doubling as contributors (or leaving “comments”), is reminiscent of an early version of a blog (not to mention the fact that the writers weren’t actually getting paid–just like most bloggers). Of course, people weren’t only using these magazines to argue with each other. Like the internet, the publications also fostered a sense of community among their readers. (My neighborhood listserv is an amazing example of this. Neighbors who may never have actually spoken to each other are constantly trading household tips, finding each others’ lost pets, and arranging to shovel sidewalks for the elderly.)

It’s hard to say who the first editors of the Companion were. The pseudonyms they used–Edward Easy, Nathan Scruple, etc.–generally obscured even more than their real names: they came with entire fictional personae. “Edward Easy,” for example, was supposed to be an elderly Quaker gentleman from Pennsylvania, with a backstory too complicated to go into here. But it’s clear from later issues of the Companion (whose motto was “A safe companion and an easy friend”) that those who were involved were all fairly young. In one issue, after the magazine had gone through several editors and suffered some publication difficulties, the editor of the moment pleads with readers to attribute any mistakes to the editors’ “youth and inexperience.”

My best guess is that the founders were a group of young men who were students at, or possibly recent graduates of, St. Mary’s College, an institution founded by French Catholic priests in Baltimore in 1791. (It still exists as a seminary–and in the 20th century produced the famously anti-war Berrigan brothers–but in its early days it provided a secular education as well.) Similar “circles” of young men in other cities sometimes produced publications as an outgrowth of their discussions of books, philosophy, and current events.

There may have been a few women involved as contributors–some of the articles carry female pseudonyms like “Flavia” and “Biddy Fidget.” But when an editor is referred to, the pronoun is always “he.”

Until the issue of October 4, 1806, that is. That issue carries an editorial ringing the familiar theme of apology for a dearth of lively material. Note, however, the pronouns used:

 

… But when it is considered that the entire arrangement of the Companion depends on one alone, and whether the editor is grave or gay, whether visions of hope and pleasure play before her imagination, or she is sunk into despondence and beset with a whole legion of blue devils, the printer, like her evil genius, still pursues her at the stated period, and the selections must be made, and the proofs corrected, and of consequence, “The Safe Companion and Easy Friend,” must sometimes as well as safe and easy be sad and soporific …

Yes: not “him” and “he,” but “her” and “she.” Thus it was announced, without any particular fanfare, that the new (or perhaps not so new) editor of the Companion was a woman–quite possibly the first woman to edit a magazine in the United States.

How would Baltimore react to this anomaly?