Let's say you survive 18 months in Auschwitz, as a teenager, and afterward, your girlfriend urges you to send an excerpt from the memoir you've written of your incredible life to the Saturday Evening Post and Harper's...and they reject you. I mean, crap-on-a-cracker, publish the guy. Am I wrong? Anyway, Pierre Berg got with a writer and published this book, so it worked out in the end. I am hopeful that it always does, but I'll let you know.
4 comments:
How interesting that the rejection letter from "the Editors" contains a typo :-)
ach, why would someone in 1954 want to read such a bummer of a story?
i like how the guy basically got on with his life and felt the need to publish to refute holocaust deniers. in other words, it wasn't really for himself, which is more than i can say about my motivation.
And as short as the rejection letter was, they still managed to insert a typo ("fro" instead of "for").
Did the author include a photo of himself with massive Jew 'fro? Coulda been a Freudian slip...
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