The Catholic press has lost a dear friend

  • October 25, 2011

“No community should botch its deaths.” Those are the words of anthropologist Mircea Eliade, and I use them here to introduce a tribute to Otto Herschan, a long-time Catholic publisher who died on July 12 at the age of 84.

For many years he was the publisher and managing director of a number of national Catholic weekly newspapers, including the Catholic Herald in England, the Scottish Catholic Observer and the Irish Catholic. He brought an interesting background to Catholic journalism.

He was born in Austria and, at age 10, came to England as a refugee with his mother just before the Second World War. His father, who put his wife and Otto on the Orient Express bound for London just before he died, had been an Austrian army officer and in the first chapters of Otto’s autobiography, Holy Smoke, he describes the trials of Catholicism in Austria as it was passing into Nazi control.

Otto was educated by the Benedictines in Herefordshire, Belmont Abbey. After graduating, he worked briefly in accounting and advertising, before enrolling for a college degree, but lack of funds obliged him to leave after a year.

Otto then turned his energy to the theatre, joining the Boltons Theatre, the best known of London’s theatrical clubs in the 1940s. He worked there in a number of capacities: scene painter, actor of small parts and eventually as theatre manager, becoming at the tender age of 21 the youngest theatre manager in London. He then worked for a time in television, helping found the first commercial TV station in England.

This led him back to the theatre where, in 1954, he met the chairman for the Catholic Herald who invited him to take over the management of the paper. He protested, saying he knew nothing about running a newspaper and was told in reply: “That may be a very good start!” He then served as managing director of the Catholic Herald for nearly 50 years.

Under his vision and guidance, the Catholic Herald evolved from serving a small, closed constituency within which the purchase of a copy was regarded as an act of piety to become a national and international Catholic weekly that appears on newsstands through the English-speaking world. He was always able to have his newspapers walk that fine tightrope between liberal and conservative ideologies. Invariably they were considered too liberal for the conservatives and too conservative for the liberals. Not a bad critique.

I first met Otto in 1990, when he recruited me to write a column for his newspapers and, in the 20 years since, I enjoyed a wonderful friendship with him and his wife, Marie.

Despite being humble and approachable, he was always a little larger than life. He brought colour into a room. He loved life, loved work, deeply loved his wife and especially loved long, late-night dinners, stoked by good wine, ecclesial talk, banter, humour and friendship, capped-off with good cigars. Time stopped during these dinners, a glance at your wristwatch was forbidden, and even though you paid a price for it in tiredness the next day, you knew that, during those hours at the table together, you were doing what you are supposed to be doing your whole life, just enjoying friendship, love, food, banter and holy talk together.  

I will always treasure memories of those dinners in Otto’s various clubs, as well as of a couple of all-day drives through the English countryside in mid-summer, car windows wide-open, pipe and cigar smoke wafting about, and Otto’s eyes surveying the landscape, checking it out for its beauty and for the possibility of it containing a pub.

No community should botch its deaths! And so it’s important to highlight that in Otto Herschan’s passing the Church and the world lost a true gentleman, a good friend, a man of wit and man who, like Jesus, tried to draw people of every persuasion together around a common table of friendship and faith.