
Here's one crazy-ass letter that's been circulating the web. A reader sent it in and said to google Laray Carr, those kooky cats, who will own the rights of anything you write, for more information.
Even Jacqueline Susann received some doozies. In 1966, one terribly miscalculating rejection of Valley of the Dolls said: "...She is painfully dull, inept, clumsy, undisciplined, rambling and thoroughly amateurish writer whose every sentence, paragraph and scene cries for the hand of a pro. She wastes endless pages on utter trivia, writes wide-eyed romantic scenes that would not make back pages of True Confessions, hauls out every terrible show biz cliche in all the books, lets every good scene fall apart and allows her book to ramble aimlessly...most of the first 200 pages are virtually worthless and dreadfully dull and practically every scene is dragged out flat and stomped on by her endless talk..."




A reader sent this in and commented that I have more in common with Flannery O'Connor than even I (or Rosemary Ahern) suspected. It's an article from her high school newspaper. It says:

I got this sad little swan song from the print editor, Krisin, at Pindeldyoz, the hot online journal, which also launched a print edition. It says: "Hello Dear Writer: Thank you for submitting to Pindeldyboz. Here's the thing, we're no longer considering submissions for the 8th issue, because honestly, we are most likely not having one. We are going on an indefinite hiatus and we would be jerks to hold onto your story when it could be read by other editors with well-funded literary magazines.
I got sick of print publication rejections, and thought I'd try my hand at some electronic journal rejections. These also smart, it turns out, and yet cyberkinetically somehow they feel less weighty.
A reader named Cattle Call posted this searing comment in response to Editor, Advising's rant (see Glutton for Punishment for original exchange):I imagine we will be hearing from our old friend Editor, Advising on this one.
Dear Rosemary Ahern: 