If You Can Make It There…

There is a moment in the life of every aspirational career editor, when she knows that her work has made it. For me, that moment came recently, when The Backfill was named on social media as ‘the New Yorker of archaeology’. Hubris? Not at all — of course such a description is merited! Where else in archaeological publishing could you really be ‘king of the hill, top of the heap’? Yet at the same time, I must of course express how very sorry it makes me to realize that no such enduring honour has been bestowed on the Journal of Urbaine Archaeology. But for us, I feel that we can finally shed those little town blues — The Backfill will make it anywhere. We gladly leave it to others to deliberate on urban revulsions — a Childeish move if ever there was one! As my (moderately) trusted and (decidedly) old college Mr Dweller will tell you any time: ‘archaeology isn’t for those who can’t bear losing phase’. (Or, as he will surely tell you any time in the bar: ‘If you want good dates, go for a single context.’) The Backfill is where we have grit.

Síri Ospley


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