I recently called American Psychiatric Association Publishing Inc. to order
my 2006 appointment book, only to find that publication had been terminated
after the 2005 book.
I realize with a tiny pang of regret how much I have come to treasure each
year's edition, with its pristine cover in the latest somber hue and its
crisply blank pages, unsullied as yet by coffee stains and inksmudged
I own 40 of these babies. Each is iconic of another year of rewarding work.
Each also contains reminders that prompt memories of out-of-office
diversions—a Tuesday night poker game, a weekend of companionable bass
One could, of course, always have saved a few bucks by purchasing the
generic annual appointment book found in every stationery store. But then one
would have missed that curious reassurance about the daily round offered by
APA's sober product.
I am told that APA has finally emerged into profitability, but was it
really so necessary to sacrifice the idiosyncratic pleasures of this modest
amenity to the almighty bottom line?