his issue marks ’s 15th birthday, and the party balloons are up. Milestones are always a satisfactory thing, yet the whispering in various corridors over the past decade and a half is that print is suffering from a terminal illness. However, I have never accepted that prognosis. Sure, there are analogies I’d accept: for example, the print publishing industry these days is akin to raising a child in the pre-Victorian world — all manner of hazards and uncontrollable has shown that there is a capacity for this in print, even when others around us lose their heads and offer rationalisations for the pessimism that surrounds the medium.
