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- Herausgeber: Jonathan Ball
- Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
'Jonathan is the peerless South African book publisher and ranks in the highest echelons of the global business.' – Doug Band 'He is a businessman, to be sure, hard, clever and fair. But her is also in an incessant state of imaginative flight, always here and elsewhere, always on the move.' – Jonny Steinberg 'Jonathan Ball filled my life with joy. Even the most godawful moments with him evoke pleasant memories. It comes as no surprise that so many of those memories are of lunches and long, languid afternoons in restaurants.' – Kerneels Breytenbach 'His favourite outing was to Chartwell, which was Winston Churchill's home for many years. Jonathan spent the whole day there, he seemed to have read everything on Churchill.' – Mark Streatfield 'His books were warriors in a war on ignorance.' – Hannes van Zyl 'Were it not for Jonathan Ball, many South African stories would remain unearthed and untold.' – Michele Magwood 'I was struck by his ferocious energy. I remember thinking that he was a pugilist on the side of angels.' – Stephen Page Jonathan Ball, the founder of Jonathan Ball Publishers, died on 3 April 2021 after a short illness. This collection of essays, commissioned in tribute to him, is edited by Michele Magwood. Jonathan Ball left a deep impression on many different people in different ways. The 40 or so essays reflect the many facets of Jonathan: businessman, friend, brother, colleague, husband, father. But it is in the reading that we begin to understand the shape of him: publisher extraordinaire, history expert, gourmand, liberal thinker, suitor, philosemite and so on. It cannot be exaggerated how deep an imprint Jonathan has left on the political and cultural life of South Africa, too. The shelves of Jonathan Ball Publishers are weighted with serious history and biographies of eminent figures, with books that other publishers didn't have the boldness to take on. But there are many smaller, more finespun stories that tell us, too, who we are as a people and as a nation.
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Jonathan Ball
A TRIBUTE
Edited byMichele Magwood
jonathan ball publishers
johannesburg • cape town • london
CONTENTS
INTRODUCTION
Jonathan Ball, the founder of Jonathan Ball Publishers, died on 3 April 2021 after a short illness. Having known Jonathan for some 20 years, and as a book journalist having witnessed his publishing genius at first hand, it was my honour to edit this collection of essays written in tribute to him.
How do you pin a life to a page? How do you capture the length and breadth, and most importantly the depth, of a person? And how do you do this when it has been a particularly significant life?
Jonathan Ball left a deep imprint on many different people, in many different ways. It is meet, then (and Jonathan would have liked that glancing reference to the Catholic liturgy), that those who knew him well should write about the impact he had on their lives. Not ‘impacted’, mind; Jonathan would have detested that lazy usage, because to him good writing was sacrosanct.
The 40 or so essays here reflect many different facets of Jonathan. The broad chapter headings would read husband, father, businessman, friend, brother, colleague. But it is in the subheads that we begin to understand the shape of him: history expert, gourmand, liberal thinker, suitor, philosemite, and so on.
And as the stories accrete, the nuances of him emerge. Courage, for one. A fine singing voice and love of opera, for another. Alison Lowry reminds us that he was a supreme raconteur: ‘He would have his audience – of one or a hundred – hanging on his every word and leave them wanting more.’ Jonathan had the storytelling skills of a West African griot,who have for centuries retold the stories of their people, thus keeping their history and traditions alive.
Too often, obituaries buff up an image by camouflaging the more uncomfortable aspects of a life. There is no such burnishing here: Jonathan’s scalding tongue and terrible squalls of temper are mentioned frequently, from his children to his oldest friends and his successor, Eugene Ashton.
As the writer Mark Gevisser observes, Jonathan was ‘a very human being’.
It cannot be exaggerated how deep an imprint Jonathan has left on the political and cultural life of South Africa, too. The shelves of Jonathan Ball Publishers are weighted with serious history and biographies of eminent figures, with books that other publishers didn’t have the boldness, the sheer guts, to take on. But there are many smaller, more finespun stories that tell us, too, who we are as a people and as a nation. To a large extent, these shelves contain our very identity.
We began gathering these essays before Jonathan passed away. Unlike most compilations of tributes, in which the contributors are given months to write, here they were given just one month, as Jonathan’s health was declining rapidly. I have not changed the tense of some of these essays from present to past because they are so intimate in addressing him alive. He didn’t live to see the finished book, but he read some of the early contributions. After reading a batch of especially warm and admiring tributes, he commented, wry as always, ‘These are all very good. Leaving me with the fear that I may again have to be hospitalised, this time for delusions of adequacy.’
You may recognise Jonathan in the small, furious boy aiming a kick at a burglar’s knee, or the young man sitting reverentially with his hero, Harold Macmillan. You might recognise the roistering, hell-raising Jonathan or the person of cultivated tastes; the abrupt, impatient man or the careful listener who wanted to know all. In your mind’s eye you will see him sitting down and weeping in a London square when he failed to land his first agency, and also when he climbed on a chair with a bottle of champagne to toast his award-winning authors.
Jonathan’s was a life that mattered, and it will go on mattering, because the tributaries of his life’s work are many and deep.
As Tony Leon says in these pages, we will not see his like again, any time soon.
Michele Magwood
Johannesburg
April 2021
NICK BRITT
‘Trucks were hired and on a fine Highveld Sunday afternoon Jonathan and I drove the book blocks of The Super-Afrikaners from Everton Offset to Wallach’s in Pretoria, who had agreed to bind them.’
My recollections of the time spent with Jonathan and Jonathan Ball Publishers (JBP) go back to 1972. To recall them, I have relied entirely on memory and there may therefore be inaccuracies in some of the details, but I thought, for this purpose, it would be better to tell the story as I remember it, rather than not to tell it at all because of a need for precision.
Early days
I got to know Jonathan at a time when I was living in a communal house in Bedfordview and Jonathan was a regular visitor. After one visit, he took his leave and needed to back his car out of our quite long driveway. The car had been having trouble starting, but Jonathan had devised a way of push-starting it, which involved his standing next to the open driver’s door with one foot on the ground and the other free to operate the accelerator. The left shoulder was hefted under the frame of the door to kick-start the motor as the car was switched on and the accelerator was depressed. Timing and coordination were of the essence.
In his defence, Jonathan would later point out that he had previously succeeded with this method, but only when the car was due to travel forwards. Backwards was a bit trickier.
So the right foot is on the ground. The left foot jams the accelerator. Switch on the ignition. Heft with left shoulder. Car takes off, reversing up driveway. No driver.
It fails to negotiate the slight bend and crashes into our ski boat. Two dustbins are collected on the way through the precast concrete wall, and the whole ensemble finally comes to rest on the verge outside. We emerge from the house and take in the dystopian scene. The smoking car, the boat pointing skyward amid a tangle of litter and crushed dustbins.
The most admirable part of the story was that in the days following, Jonathan penned one of the most inventive insurance claims ever written.
Soon after this event we shared a cottage in Rosebank, Johannesburg. Jonathan’s speech-making ability was to become well known and I was privileged to be present at some of his early training sessions. I would sometimes be awakened in the small hours of the morning, disturbed by powerful images of the Second World War. Not surprising, as the ringing tones of Winston Churchill rang out in the night. ‘We shall fight them on the beaches …’ grumbled Winston – the full speech on tape, at full volume – and at the end Jonathan’s voice rose above Winston’s, ‘… and we shall never surrender!’
Publishing
Jonathan introduced me to the world of publishing in 1972. He was leaving a small company, Collier Macmillan, to join the more prestigious Macmillan UK and I was appointed to take his place. We had a week together before he left so that he could show me the ropes, and so my first day was spent travelling to Durban by car for a sales trip. Cat Stevens and Tea for the Tillerman accompanied us in the car, and we booked into Sol Kerzner’s new Malibu Hotel, where we were frequent and enthusiastic customers of its trendy new pub, Father’s Moustache.
In 1976 Soweto exploded. Many South Africans were dubious about the future, but Jonathan was planning the start of his own company. We met regularly in the Long Bar at the Wanderers Club, where he outlined his plans. With help from his brother David, finances were raised, office space was found and Jonathan Ball Publishers was born. Alison Lowry, who was to play a major part in the work ahead, was appointed editor.
Our offices, at the back of David’s air-conditioning company, Climatron, were modest to say the least. Jon’s car, too, was not luxurious. It was a small red Renault 5 that struggled to meet the demands of its very energetic driver. Jonathan was a man in a hurry. Monday mornings were met not with a groan for the lost weekend, but rather with eagerness and excitement to get on with the exciting new venture.
The first book JBP published, South African Society by Henry Lever, was a success, but being more of an academic work it did not create much impact in the trade. The next one did.
In 1976 Johannesburg hosted the World Bowls Championships. South Africa’s Doug Watson won gold and became an overnight hero. A book seemed obvious and Jonathan signed him up. The marketing of Not Without Bias: Doug Watson on Bowls set the precedent for all the major books Jonathan was to publish. Launch parties were held at bowls clubs around the country and the book was reviewed and extracted in all the important newspapers.
Jonathan Ball Publishers was up and running, and already the book trade was taking note of the new publisher. They were soon to be stunned by one of the most controversial and exciting books to be published in this country.
Ivor Wilkins and Hans Strydom, two Johannesburg-based journalists, had produced a manuscript revealing the secrets and workings of the Afrikaner Broederbond. After months of hard work and intrigue, The Super-Afrikaners was ready for printing, but Jonathan was struggling to find a printer willing to risk being associated with such a controversial book. Eventually one was found. Everton Offset would print it but couldn’t bind it. So trucks were hired and on a fine Highveld Sunday afternoon Jonathan and I drove the book blocks from Everton Offset to Wallach’s in Pretoria, who had agreed to bind them.
The time, effort, courage and sheer dogged determination of Jonathan to get the book published cannot be underestimated. The idea of printing a list of Broederbond members at the back of the book was also a masterstroke. Many people were drawn to the book, curious to find out who was listed as a member.
The Super-Afrikaners was a massive success and broke all publishing records. Its appearance was also pivotal in the emergence of the new company, which was now firmly established as a force to be reckoned with.
After the dust had settled, JBP began building a list of exciting new titles. Some would help to establish names that would become known in other fields. Keith Kirsten’s Container and Indoor Gardening and Margaret Roberts’s Book of Herbs helped to promote them into household names.
Around this time we moved from David’s premises in Selby to new offices in Braamfontein. This was to become a regular pattern. As we grew we moved, and this would be the first of many ‘upgrades’.
Throughout my years with Jonathan I would always admire his ability to accept the success of a project but to move on immediately to the next big effort. In 1979 that was to be The Boer War by Thomas Pakenham. There had been many books on that war and the local agent at the time did not fully realise the importance and originality of this classic work. They committed to a small figure that simply did not do justice to the book. Jonathan contacted the UK publisher, Weidenfeld & Nicolson, and committed to a major campaign to promote the title if it could be done as a co-edition with JBP. The deal was done. Thomas Pakenham came out on an author tour, and the standout promotion was to be talked about in the trade for months. Launch parties were held at venues associated with the war. Lord Milner’s old residence, the Sunnyside Park Hotel, for instance, was used to host a party featuring myself and other willing staffers dressed in authentic Boer War uniforms mingling with the people from the book trade. Another major coup for the book was getting it on television. A full documentary was produced, featuring the book as its source and interviews with Thomas as commentary.
To the book trade at the time, coverage like this was simply unheard of, and the book, so deserving of attention, was a massive success as a result.
I have spent a little time on describing the publication of these two books, as they were so important in the establishment of the ethos and presence of the fledgling company, and which typified the energy, courage, innovation and flair that would become a standard for JBP.
The local publishing list was growing rapidly. It already had a unique profile in that it did not restrict itself to a certain type or category. Archrival Struik, for instance, was growing, but was known only for glossy picture books. Ravan Press specialised in politics. Jonathan’s list was already varied. A local doctor, Jack van Niftrik, wrote our first fiction title. Another financial thriller was penned by Julian Askin, who was to remain a good friend to Jonathan. Non-fiction titles included The Springing of The Year, an illustrated memoir by Gillian Rattray styled on the successful UK publication The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady. In 1980 Henry Kenney’s Verwoerd: Architect of Apartheid was released, a great book that is still regarded as the definitive biography of Hendrik Verwoerd. It was also remembered because of the ruckus caused by the photo used on its front cover. It was a picture that hung in the Houses of Parliament and should not have been used without permission. Jonathan was in a little hot water, but a letter of apology sufficed to ensure no further damage.
Apart from the obvious success of the growing list on the local scene, it was also important from another perspective. JBP was being noted in the UK as a company that was new, innovative and eager to expand.
The next step in the venture was to acquire British agencies. The first to be signed up was George Philip & Son, a relatively small but established English publisher specialising in atlas production. A co-edition of The World Atlas for South Africa soon followed. With the success of The Boer War, Weidenfeld & Nicolson came to us in 1979, and an even bigger fish was soon to follow.
Hodder & Stoughton was a major publisher in the UK but had a rather disparate agency arrangement in South Africa, with an agent in the Cape, another in the Transvaal and very little, if any, cohesion and stock-holding ability.
Jonathan and David flew to England and convinced Hodder UK that JBP would pull the whole list together, hold stock of all the necessary titles and publicise and promote the books like never before. The board agreed and JBP joined Hodder UK to form Hodder & Stoughton South Africa Pty Ltd.
It was 1980 and time to move offices again. This time it was to the 19th floor of the Braamfontein Centre, a position that pleased Jonathan immensely because it was many floors above his old company, Macmillan, located in a nearby building. A fine Italian restaurant, the Trattoria Fiorentina, became the office canteen, where future strategies were planned with the help of flaming sambucas.
While local publishing was still very important, there was now a necessary shift to promoting and selling our agency books. Not many British authors were happy to come to apartheid South Africa and so author tours were uncommon at the time. However, James Clavell was persuaded to do so, to promote his new blockbuster Noble House. Jonathan wangled some SAA tickets to Japan as a prize to the bookseller presenting the best window display of the book. The displays were superb and helped make the book another great success.
It was now 1983 and South Africa conducted a referendum to determine whether the majority of white voters supported what was called the tricameral parliament. It was approved by a majority of 66.3 per cent. Changes were coming.
We had by this time appointed a full-time publicist – standard fare nowadays but an innovation back then. One of the first challenges for our young appointee, Nicole Paulissen, was to coordinate our next big author tour. The eminent English historian Elizabeth Longford had written a biography of the Queen titled Elizabeth R. Lady Longford was happy to promote the book with a tour, but almost as a condition she wanted to enjoy a trip on the Blue Train from Johannesburg to Cape Town. Tickets were difficult to get but Jonathan eventually managed to acquire some. The tour went off very well and the final day came for the beginning of the Blue Train journey. Unfortunately, Nicole was too polite to cut short the final interview, which went on too long, and they arrived at Park Station to see the Blue Train disappearing into the distance. Nicole, to her everlasting credit, found the stationmaster in an effort to correct matters. She was panicking somewhat and so got her thoughts about the book and its author a little confused. ‘This is the mother of the Queen and she has just missed the train!’ she shouted to the bewildered stationmaster. ‘Ag, ja well, lady, it always stops at Potchefstroom. You can try to catch it there.’ Nicole, and the calm and unruffled Lady Longford, hurtled through peak-hour traffic and managed to catch the train in Potchefstroom by a matter of minutes before it departed on its non-stop journey to Cape Town.
An important local publication around this time was The Collected Works of Herman Charles Bosman. It was significant not only for its commercial appeal but also because it afforded Jonathan the chance to draw the attention of senior people at Nasionale Pers. The two volumes in a slipcase edition published by JBP required the permission and cooperation of the original publishers. In the process, Jonathan formed a close working relationship and friendship with Koos Human, managing director of Human & Rousseau, which was to be invaluable in future developments.
Everyone enjoys a ride on a bus. Especially if it is emblazoned with your own product. Advertising on buses had just become popular, and for a fee you could have your product filling the entire outside of a municipal bus. Our main principal in the UK, Hodder & Stoughton, had just launched a range of romantic paperback novels called Silhouette, to rival Mills & Boon. What better way to market them than to have your own bus? We were treated to a free ride around Braamfontein on our Silhouette bus before it took to the streets to do its job.
In the early 1980s, Glenda Kemp was a name known to most but not always mentioned by all. The stripper and her snake were popular drawcards at bachelor parties and sports club rah-rahs. Jonathan thought it would be a great way to entertain the book trade and get some publicity for the company. I was a little nervous, thinking there could be a bit of a backlash from the rather stilted and conservative South African Booksellers Association. We went ahead and arranged the evening and our concerns were dispelled immediately when we saw the president of the association, with steamed-up glasses, sitting in the front row of the audience. Another plus for JBP.
This was a very successful period for Hodder SA and JBP. A day at the Turffontein Racecourse for the entire book trade was held to promote the new Dick Francis novel. Tours by Jeffrey Archer, Maeve Binchy and many others showcased the very best of British publishing in the most dynamic way. Sales conferences by most publishers were quite common in those days, but they tended to be rather dour and conservative affairs held in a boardroom or at the local tennis club. Jonathan felt that we should innovate. The JBP sales conferences that followed were held at venues that visiting UK salespeople could remember and enjoy. Locations such as Sun City, numerous top game lodges and Walkersons Lodge in Dullstroom (for some trout fishing) made sales conferences both a pleasure and a team-building exercise that worked wonders for our profile. On one fine Lowveld evening, in one of the game reserves, a dinner had been laid out for us in the bush. A vehicle ferried our overseas guests to the safe but open area, and as we crested a hill we looked down on the scene below. The tables had been set out under spreading acacia trees, complete with white linen and candles, all facing a flaming setting sun. Even our well-travelled guests took in the scene with much appreciation.
While the agency books provided a steady stream of bestsellers, the local list continued to flourish. Politics and history were the mainstays, but Jonathan’s love of sport helped produce a long list of titles that were naturals for our sport-loving public. A Century of South African Cricket, published in 1989, started the trend. Other cricketing titles would include biographies of Allan Donald and Graeme Smith. Rugby books were even more successful. A co-edition of Rainbow Warrior, the story of Francois Pienaar and the 1995 World Cup victory, was accompanied by an immensely successful author tour by Pienaar. Gary Teichmann’s For the Record and Edward Griffiths’ The Captains continued the genre.
Struik was publishing picture books on South Africa aimed at the tourist market. JBP also produced illustrated books, two of which in particular should be mentioned. On Route, a region-by-region travel guide, and An Illustrated History of South Africa were not only illustrated but were packed with information and details that would make them steady sellers to both the local and tourist market for years to come.
It was inevitable that Jonathan would look to the future and new horizons. After all, we hadn’t moved offices for months.
When it came, the new plan was one that even the most optimistic observer would rate as unlikely to succeed. It proposed the amalgamation of Hodder & Stoughton SA and Macmillan SA. We were very strong in trade representation and they were leaders in school and university books. Both had strong local lists. A conglomerate would be a very powerful unit indeed.
A fine theory, but the politics involved were immense. Two major principals in the UK had to be convinced to work together, along with all the numerous agencies involved. Somehow, Jonathan negotiated the diplomatic minefield and Southern Book Publishers was formed in 1987. Yay, we moved offices again.
Sadly, the company was beset by problems from the start. The first and critical error was that Jonathan, having conceived the idea and worked tirelessly to put it together, was overlooked as the man to run it. He was instead appointed sales director.
A conference at the Vaal River Holiday Inn was designed to bring the two parties together, but soon afterwards the cracks started to appear. IT problems and warehouse and distribution inefficiencies caused major headaches that would simply not go away. Southern was in trouble.
One of the happier memories of this time was a cricket match arranged by Jonathan between a Publishers XI and the CNA. With a merry braai after the game, it was a great success, but the problems at Southern would not go away.
The trade complained bitterly about poor service. Soon internal wrangling and, more particularly, disagreements abroad pointed to only one outcome. PW Botha’s Rubicon speech and the subsequent crash of the rand was the final straw. The company split up and Jonathan had to start all over again. Oh boy … new offices.
These turned out to be in Parkwood. They were nicely positioned but had a minor flaw. Literally. The previous tenants had been IT specialists, who had installed a false floor to cover all the miles of wiring required for their computers. This was done by lacing together a series of small panels just above the wiring. Unfortunately the boards were unstable and wobbled underfoot. We all endured this for some time, but eventually Jonathan thought it was time to have a word with the landlord.
The rather smug and unsuspecting landlord arrived in Jonathan’s office and proceeded to make many excuses in defence of the floppy floor. Jonathan was very patient and asked him to consider fixing the problem. The landlord, ignorant of the impending danger, was sure that he could talk his way out of further costs.
‘I’m sure the problem is not as bad as you say, Mr Ball.’
He did not notice that Jonathan had gone a little red.
‘See how it goes over the next few weeks and we will see what we can do.’
He still did not notice Jonathan’s flaring nostrils nor the red-veined eyes now fiercely focused on him, like a snake about to strike.
‘Thanks for the coffee—’
He got no further. With an explosion of energy, Jon leapt from his chair and dived shoulder first into the floorboards. They collapsed. He leapt up again and repeated the process. This continued for a while with a loud and somewhat blue commentary from Jon on the dangers of exposed electrical wiring. There were now many boards standing up vertically like the stone heads on Easter Island, with a furious and dust-covered Jonathan bellowing threats and promises to the now rather pale landlord. We moved soon afterwards.
It was 1990 and FW de Klerk announced the unbanning of the ANC and the release of Nelson Mandela. In 1991 all apartheid laws were repealed and a declaration of intent was signed at the Convention for a Democratic South Africa. Politics were paramount in the minds of all South Africans. JBP had already published Frederik van Zyl Slabbert’s superb and emotive title The Last White Parliament, and a stream of books were to follow that would reflect and comment on those incredible years in the country’s history, including Helen Suzman’sSolo Years and FW de Klerk: The Man in his Time, by his brother, Willem.
We had again acquired some new agencies and it was time to leave the floorboards and move to new offices, this time to a beautiful old Parktown house with perfect floors. In March of 1992 the apartheid referendum was held and a 68 per cent ‘yes’ vote ensured that negotiations with the ANC would continue.
We continued to add new agencies, and the offices again became too small. Oh boy! We moved again to some very smart offices in Illovo, overlooking the Wanderers golf course.
JBP’s great competitor through all this time was Struik. To Jon’s great annoyance, they had the CNA group as a major shareholder. This gave them financial stability but also ensured vast displays of their books in all the CNA stores. JBP needed a similar deal to consolidate finances. Jonathan approached Nasionale Pers with the idea of a deal that would benefit both parties. JBP would obviously gain financial stability, but Naspers, in a changing new South Africa, would be seen to be widening their publishing interests outside their traditional Afrikaner stronghold. Ton Vosloo and the board agreed and the deal was signed in 1992.
A period of stabilisation followed. It was 1994 and the mood in the country was tense after the first democratic elections. JBP continued to publish books that mirrored and captured the turbulent political times. Allister Sparks produced a comprehensive trilogy that analysed the years around the election, ending in 2003 with the prophetic Beyond the Miracle.
Also in 1994, a significant set of circumstances unfolded that was to be of great advantage to JBP. Our friend and rival publisher Malcolm Edwards resigned as managing director of the significant sales and distribution group of HarperCollins. The parent company in the UK were nervous about the political and financial future of the country and with Malcolm’s departure decided to sell the company to a local entity. Jonathan, with the major backing and presence of Nasionale Pers, was the successful bidder, and in 1994 a new company, Jonathan Ball HarperCollins South Africa, was formed. Oh wow, new offices.
In the following years the company developed a reputation for being the most efficient and the boldest sales and distribution entity in South Africa. Our group of agencies represented the cream of UK publishing. The warehouse and distribution functions were top-notch and the range of product was unrivalled. Jonathan had many friends in UK publishing, cultivated over the years. Two of these were Tim Hely Hutchinson and Nigel Newton. We represented Tim’s company, Headline, but not Bloomsbury, Nigel’s company. Jonathan was keen to change that. The opportunity came when Bloomsbury published a book that they had invested a great deal of time and money into producing, The Bloomsbury Thesaurus. The local agent at the time was less than enthusiastic and committed to a small number. Jonathan promised a great deal more, and soon afterwards we acquired the agency. I mention this incident because it was to be very significant. Bloomsbury would soon begin to publish the Harry Potter series.
The consequence of this pattern illustrated Jonathan’s often-stated axiom that good books could come from UK publishers even if they were comparatively small. Two further examples were The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo series and Eats, Shoots and Leaves. These bestsellers came from Quercus and Profile Books, respectively, which were not big-name companies.
Another list, this time a local one, that was added to the fold was Ad Donker Publishers. Jonathan had started his career with Ad, who had continued to publish South African literary titles of great quality. A merger seemed logical and JBP bought the company, with Ad staying on as a friend and consultant.
By this stage the company had grown to the point where a Cape Town branch was a necessary and logical expansion. I was by then based there, so my view of proceedings was largely from that perspective. New offices, of course.
Many great titles were still coming off the JBP conveyor belt. Jonny Steinberg, Mark Gevisser, Tony Leon, Andrew Feinstein, RW Johnson, Antony Altbeker, Michiel Heyns, Richard Steyn and JC Kannemeyer were just some of the authors who produced prize-winning and critically acclaimed books for the list. Alex Boraine’s incisive What’s Gone Wrong? seemed to summarise the general feelings of the country.
The ebook phenomenon was constantly discussed at this time. Some spoke darkly of the end of the traditional book trade. Jonathan, from the start, never had a doubt that books would survive and prosper. The rise of Amazon had certainly added a new perspective to the trade, but the ascendancy of the published book, in its original form, would continue.
The Cape Town office served as a base for authors and UK visitors to explore and enjoy the beautiful sights of the Cape Peninsula. On one such occasion an author was due to give his speech at a launch party held at a beautiful vineyard in the winelands. After a fine lunch he rose to address the distinguished guests. Whether it was the heat of the day, his busy schedule or whether his tuna had turned, we don’t know, but he suddenly found it necessary to leave the podium and search for the Hall of Twyfords. On bended knee he committed his soul to the porcelain underworld in a grand, virtuoso performance. Unfortunately, he had forgotten to remove his lapel microphone and his memorable aria was relayed to the entire audience, still tinkering with their kingklip.
At around this time, two further lists were added to the stable. Book Promotions was a successful school publisher, and Sunbird had a range of illustrated books, maps and guidebooks. JBP bought them both and so further valuable products were added to the fold.
The acquisition of the Bloomsbury agency, which brought with it the Harry Potter books, is worth mentioning again because from 1997 onwards the series had a huge impact on JBP. They produced, first in hardcover, then in paperback and then in children’s and film tie-in editions, a volume of sales that will be difficult to equal. The launch parties and promotions that accompanied them will also be hard to repeat.
In 2012 I retired, and my observations concerning the progress of JBP come to an end. A final observation is that, like all good managers, Jonathan realised the importance of continuity and made sure that, in Eugene Ashton and Jeremy Boraine, the company that he had spent his entire career creating would endure into the future.
Apart from authors, I have specifically mentioned few names in this narrative, the obvious reason being that to mention one and forget another would be inevitable and unfair. However, it goes without saying that from that first year to the present, many, many people contributed to the success story that is JBP. Editors, publicists, salespeople and administrators – all were part of the journey. Our UK and US contacts from so many publishers brought a long list of colleagues who would become great friends and who contributed much to the story.
However, they were all driven by the energy, inspiration, foresight and humour of one man. The JBP mission statement states as its aim: ‘To publish books about South Africa which enlighten and entertain. Books of a liberal sanity which pander to neither left nor right nor to contemporary fashions in thinking.’ Jonathan achieved that and a great deal more.
The JBP story runs parallel to the most turbulent and transitional period of South African history, from The Super-Afrikaners period of apartheid dominance to the sad and frustrating question of What Went Wrong?
My entire career hinged on this story and so, for all that it meant to me, I will remain forever grateful to my friend and colleague of more than 45 years, Jonathan Ball.1
Nick Britt was one of the original staff members at Jonathan Ball Publishers. He worked there for 35 years.
DAVID BALL
‘Jonathan was a good sportsman and he’d never back down in a fight. In the family he was known as “Jannie the Skop” because once, when the brothers apprehended a burglar in the house, little Jonathan ran at him and gave him a helluva kick.’
Jonathan Augustus Benjamin Ball was born on 22 May 1951 at the Queen Victoria Nursing Home in Johannesburg. He was the second youngest in our family of six boys and a girl and I was the second eldest and ten years his senior. I left home when he was eight years old to go to what was then Tanganyika to work for De Beers, prospecting for diamonds. I returned home a year or so later, and Jonathan loved listening to me telling stories of my adventures there. In March 1962 I left home again, so I was a distant big brother for most of his early years.
In June of that year he wrote a letter formally thanking me for a present I had sent him for his 11th birthday – a whole R2. After signing it in full – ‘Your brother Jonathan Ball’ – he added a postscript: ‘Keep that signature one day it will be famous.’ Who could have imagined how that would come true?
From little acorns: Jonathan Ball’s letter to his brother, 1962
When Jonathan was 14 our mother sent him by train to Cape Town for a holiday with me and my future wife, Patricia. We took him on a drive around the peninsula through Hout Bay, over Chapman’s Peak and back via Fish Hoek and Simon’s Town. Arriving home, we asked him what he thought of our beautiful scenery and his reply was, ‘That Nannucci has a lot of dry cleaning shops.’ We thought it a rather strange reply for a young boy, but clearly he was interested even then in business success. My brother-in-law remembers Jonathan at the age of 17 telling him that he wanted to be a publisher and a millionaire.
