One of the things about independent publishing is every time we do something you can be pretty sure there was an individual behind it. Not a team, or a department - one person, pursuing their passion.
That’s true of Unsung, and we try and shout about the professionals we work with, and share in our success. Today, however, we must be more serious about this principle. I ask you to take a moment in recognition of our designer, Martin Cox, who died on 9 February of cancer.
Martin was perhaps the epitome of the Unsung identity because he was there from the very first moment, and worked entirely behind the scenes. He wasn't in it for recognition or praise, but for the challenge of it. He dedicated himself to the Unsung project with empathy and wit to make us look good, from our branding and typesetting to the cover design and visual identity which we have had so many compliments on over the years.
Every single aspect of everything Unsung, down to the font for this post, looks like it does because of him. It’s as simple and bewilderingly complex as that, and he made it look easy.
As well as his work, Martin was a charming man with an immense passion for music and a particularly fine vintage of puns and jokes. It wasn't just his imagination and ability to channel my rambling emails into a striking vision that made him a pleasure to work with. He was, above all else, a gentleman who became a friend more than a colleague so very quickly, many years ago.
I realise most of you didn’t know the man, but I can promise you he was a testament to the wonderful aspects of the English way.
You do know his work, so I hope you’ll join me in thanking him for it, as we say goodbye to our friend today.
George, 21 February 2018