When Lewis Lapham steered Harper's he came to our journalism school. He was impressive.
I sent him a query. He must be one of those rare and efficient creatures who clears off his desk each day. I got his answer back--and this was snail mail, mind you--within a week. (Yes, you read that right.)
It wasn't a form letter, either. He was brief but kind and thoughtful. He said no. However, he was so graceful in his rejection that I even felt good about it. I was in the game and here was an editor who was a nice guy. (They are out there, I assure you. I know from personal experience.)
Grace and transcendance. Hmm. Maybe that's what's missing from publishing's general discourse.
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When Lewis Lapham steered Harper's he came to our journalism school. He was impressive.
I sent him a query. He must be one of those rare and efficient creatures who clears off his desk each day. I got his answer back--and this was snail mail, mind you--within a week. (Yes, you read that right.)
It wasn't a form letter, either. He was brief but kind and thoughtful. He said no. However, he was so graceful in his rejection that I even felt good about it. I was in the game and here was an editor who was a nice guy. (They are out there, I assure you. I know from personal experience.)
Grace and transcendance. Hmm. Maybe that's what's missing from publishing's general discourse.
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