Byron Preiss, RIP

Posted by Lizzie on 07/12/05

Omigod! My old boss died.

Although I worked for Byron Preiss for about a year, I didn’t know him very well, and I can’t say anything in the way of a decent memorial. But what I remember: He was always, always, ALWAYS in a meeting to set up some deal or another — the man WORKED HARD, people, he was OUT THERE; he was very capable of getting excited about Venuzuelan graphic artists, and after any interaction, he would call you “Honey,” not in a creepy or patronizing or waitress in a diner-esque way, but honestly and truly as if he had momentarily forgotten that you were not his daughter, which was kind of nice.

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