i wasn’t holding my breath, but still…
Now that Bill Buford has stepped down, fiction editing at the New Yorker is in the hands of Deborah Treisman, a young editor who’s been with the magazine for the last five years. Book Magazine conducted a Q&A with her, which you can read here.
Q: Have you ever rescued anything notable from the slush pile?
A: Someone who’s submitting themselves directly to the fiction editor probably isn’t all that savvy about publishing and probably not about writing either. Though I’m sure there are exceptions to that. Particularly in poetry. A lot of poetry comes from the slush pile, because poets don’t have agents. “
Can you hear the collective cries of thousands of unpublished writers everywhere as stakes are driven through their hearts?
Link via the Literary Saloon.