 
 A famous writer once sent me the following backhanded blurb ostensibly to use on the back of my book. As you can see the quotation is so unusable that the famous writer might as well have not bothered at all. A more honest response would have been: No, I don't really want to. Anyway, the publishers thought it was funny, an example of how jealous writers can undermine each other. And no matter how we twisted the thing, we couldn't come up with anything that might seem like a good review. 
"Writer, Rejected conveys the stark bitterness of those perched continually on death beds, whose only relief is gazing into the eyes of false lovers. This author knows the desire for a revelation to transcend the burden of history and knows that no vision will ever completely satisfy."
Huh?
 
 
 I was searching through a stack of papers when lo and behold I found another New Yorker rejection, which prompted me to make a separate blog category for the venerable magazine. This one is from 1995 and has a scrawl from someone called DGG that says:
I was searching through a stack of papers when lo and behold I found another New Yorker rejection, which prompted me to make a separate blog category for the venerable magazine. This one is from 1995 and has a scrawl from someone called DGG that says: 


















