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mela's avatar

Nice piece, Ross, thanks. Back in the day, manuscripts were returned with rejection slips. When I was about 15 I submitted a short story to well-known magazine. When it came back the reader, probably sensing my age, had scribbled "Sorry!" in a margin. Even then, that felt like a quasi-kindness. Today's "void" sounds awful. Good for substack.

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I appreciate this essay, Ross. I'd add Tobias Wolff to your list. Master of the form. Apologies in advance for a windy reply.

This line seems exactly right and also presents a paradox: "Editors were empowered to cultivate lists to their tastes, and the profiteering bosses of the old era seemed to be able to stomach more artistic risk." Some publishers, like Alfred Knopf, were also ambitious about taste. Knopf lured Cather away from Houghton Mifflin, where she had an embattled relationship with Ferris Greenslet, who didn't value her craft very much. I wonder if what's true of higher ed might be becoming true of publishing, that attempts to predetermine the results (employability, ROI, book sales) have eroded the value of the enterprise.

The paradox is that many of us who care deeply about craft were shaped by that traditional model built on taste. An aspiring writer depended on discerning gatekeepers to recruit talent, as you say, but also to define craft itself. I don't think it's possible to undertake a literary apprenticeship without a long past, without all those books, without some sense of a school or tradition that gives shape to your work.

You are likely right that building a following organically is the only way now. I am one of those rubes who believed the slush pile always got read and that you always had a chance, no matter how small. Credit Substack for connecting me to those who know better. I also came of age at the end of the lit mag era, when it was possible to make gains by plying journals. It's a heady kind of magic for a working class kid from rural Montana to catch the eye of someone at The Hudson Review. But I also learned that some of my biggest scores were flukes. An essay in the Kenyon Review was the result of a guest editor who happened to be Amish and have some connections to the corner of Montana I was writing about. David Lynn & Co had all the predictable urban bias against my piece on firefighting, and that editor had to really go to bat for me.

I'm wondering now if the moral of that story wasn't what I thought it was at the time. It is humbling to feel, at age 49, that I'm at the beginning of a new apprenticeship.

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