Rejection (updated)

David Oshinsky’s piece on rejection letters written by Knopf editors is most pleasing.¹ It’s sobering, but also reassuring, to learn that some of the best and most popular books have been rejected. Perhaps, you tell yourself, I am in that company and some day I too will be discovered. Afterall, Rowling’s first Harry Potter book was rejected all over.

The Knopf editors and readers said “No!” to an astonishing array of legendary writers:

The [Knopf] rejection files, which run from the 1940s through the 1970s, include dismissive verdicts on the likes of Jorge Luis Borges (”utterly untranslatable”), Isaac Bashevis Singer (”It’s Poland and the rich Jews again”), Anaïs Nin (”There is no commercial advantage in acquiring her, and, in my opinion, no artistic”), Sylvia Plath (”There certainly isn’t enough genuine talent for us to take notice”) and Jack Kerouac (”His frenetic and scrambling prose perfectly express the feverish travels of the Beat Generation. But is that enough? I don’t think so”). In a two-year stretch beginning in 1955, Knopf turned down manuscripts by Jean-Paul Sartre, Mordecai Richler, and the historians A. J. P. Taylor and Barbara Tuchman, not to mention Vladimir Nabokov’s “Lolita” (too racy) and James Baldwin’s “Giovanni’s Room” (”hopelessly bad”).

It’s easy to look at this list and think, “The fools!” But then I think of the published books I’d've passed on were I an editor. There would be so very many of them!

Anything by Henry Miller or Charles Bukowski would’ve gotten a big old no. So would Moby Dick. Stupid boring doorstop! Not to mention the Gormenghast books. I’ve tried to read them a billion times and can never get past the first few chapters. Boooooring!

I would also have said no to a number of huge selling YAs over the years, not to mention many many many bestselling fantasy series. And even more bestsellers on the adult fiction list. I’m so sad I can’t name living writers . . .

If it’d been up to me Isaac Asimov would never have found his way into print. Not his fiction anyway. I adore his letters. Nor would there have been any Lensmen or anything by A. E. Van Vogt. In fact, classic American sf of the thirties and forties would be looking very very anaemic after I’d got done with it. (Which would have made writing my thesis about bad science fiction tricky to say the least. On the other hand, then I wouldn’t have spent four years reading some of the worst dreck imaginable . . . )

The Pilgrim’s Progress I’d've rejected before I got past the first page. Same with The Woman in White. Blerk! There’d be no Agatha Christie or Sherlock Holmes (sorry, Maureen, and all the Holmes fanatics who will now no longer read my blog).

Wow. This is way too much fun. Now, I’m starting to compose mean rejection letters:

Dear Mr Henry Miller,

It is with no regret at all that I decline to publish The Tropic of Cancer. This isn’t a novel—it’s a vicious and self-aggrandizing tediously boring tract. It’s possible, though unlikely, that there may be persons other than yourself who are interested in the size of your bed flute. This editor, however, is not one of them.

Might I suggest you seek counselling immediately? Your misogyny is so out of control that if you don’t seek help you will wind up in gaol for some vile crime committed against your poor wife. Her, I have written to recommend a good divorce lawyer.

Your sincerely etc.

Sadly, as the list above demonstrates, one “No!”—sometimes even dozens of them—is not enough to keep a book out of print. Even if I could go back in time I could not have saved the world from Henry Miller. Not unless I shot him before he wrote a word but, as we have established, killing people is wrong.

Update: This update is for the angry people sending me nasty emails who appear to have missed my point. I will be boringly explicit: Tastes vary. That is my point. No editor in the world will like every book no matter how fabulous. They buy books to suit their tastes and their publishing list. Thus they pass on what many consider genius. Sometimes those editors regret their decision, sometimes they don’t. No book or writer is universally loved.

I happen to really dislike cosies and most procedurals thus Sherlock Holmes bores me. Fortunately we live in a complex world with varied tastes. I would not like to live in a world where I had the final say on all books published. Nor would I like to live in a world where any one person had that power. Especially certain friends of mine because then we’d have no Angela Carter or Raymond Chandler or Jean Rhys or Walter Mosley or Lisa Saint Aubin de Teran or Flowers in the Attic.

Just so you know “Sherlock Holmes” and associated words are in my kill file. No angry letters about him will get through to me.

Note to self: Never diss Sherlock Holmes in public.

I am now very very very certain that my policy of never dissing living writers is a wise one.

Thanks Literaticat for pointing it out. [↩]

Posted by Justine at 0:08, 12 September 2007 under Ranting, Reading, Writing life, Young Adult literature | 19 Comments »

Comments

Cat Sparks Says:

See, I was with you up until you dissed Sherlock Holmes. Now I’m going to have to slap you. I was once so engrossed in the Holmes novel I was reading on the way to work that, upon arrival, I snuck into a storage room and hid under a desk for the 20 minutes it took me to finish it! I figured it was worth getting sacked over if I got caught. But I didn’t get caught. And now I have to fly to NYC so I can slap you.

September 12th, 2007 at 1:23 am
Becky Says:

Really!? How sad. I loooovved the Gormenghast books!

September 12th, 2007 at 1:34 am
Rebecca Says:

moby dick = yawn. dunno about the others, haven’t read ‘em. i did not know your thesis was about bad sci-fi. i figured it would be more about the way women were portrayed in it.

hehehehehe, you should write rejection letters more often.

September 12th, 2007 at 2:09 am
Matt Says:

I guess it just goes to prove that editors are people with their own likes and dislikes. I’ve read very few of the books you mention, but asimov – even today – still works for me. Maybe I’m blinded by nostalgia.

Different strokes and all that.

September 12th, 2007 at 9:21 am
Rebecca Says:

“this is writ ironical.”

September 12th, 2007 at 1:00 pm
6. Justine Says:

Indeed! Maybe I should change the name of the blog . . .

September 12th, 2007 at 2:27 pm
Mony Says:

How can someone who so irresponsibly condones teenage pregnancy get on her high horse about other writers?

September 12th, 2007 at 6:06 pm
8. Justine Says:

Mony: That’s a startling conclusion. How did you come to it?

September 12th, 2007 at 6:12 pm
maureen Says:

justine! have you been irresponsibly condoning teenage pregnancy again . . . with your crazy “get knocked up now!” flyers? I have told you about this. to the naughty mat with you!

September 12th, 2007 at 6:24 pm
simmone Says:

i hope i don’t get pregnant from reading your blog

September 12th, 2007 at 6:47 pm
Holly Says:

I will never understand how writing about something equals condoning it. Like you should edit the world so that nothing but the stuff you’re really into exists.

But yeah, I shudder to think the stuff I would have overlooked if I were an editor. i never got into gormengast either.

September 12th, 2007 at 6:49 pm
12. Justine Says:

Maureen: You promised you wouldn’t tell anyone about that!

Simmone: Isn’t it a bit late for you?

Holly: No, I will never understand it either. If we believed what all the characters in our books believed our heads would explode.

September 12th, 2007 at 6:57 pm
Libba Says:

I got one of those crazy “get knocked up now!” flyers, too, but I couldn’t read it on account of it was all in Australian. So I’m pretty sure you’re sending coded messages, too, you naughty minx, you. And what do you mean by writing a funny blog entry? the We are Literalists–No, Literally club is coming after you. there is no escape.

Sometime we can have a conversation about a certain victorian detective whose name cannot be typed here. for i love him and actually love a lot of the social commentary within the novels. maybe over pizza while we work on our new book about heroin-addicted necrophiliacs running a sperm bank.

September 12th, 2007 at 7:47 pm
veejane Says:

Flowers in the Attic.

What I find terrifying is how many of my otherwise-sane friends will not only admit to having read the book, but will admit to having read the sequels! And tell me (in great detail) what happens in them!

(Actually the terrifying part is realizing that V. C. Andrews died as early in her career as she did; if she’d lived, she might have been a delightful YA writer who only occasionally skeeves the everliving daylights out of me. But because she died so soon, she is permanently to be known, via ghostwriter, as the queen of creepy sibling incest.)

September 12th, 2007 at 9:07 pm
Penni Says:

on another note, I would like to point out that rejection letters are usually very polite and seldom suggest any kind of pyschiatric intervention.

September 12th, 2007 at 10:10 pm
16. Justine Says:

Libba: Hush your mouth!

I can’t believe you’re a Sherlock Holmes fan. Not you and Cat! Oh noes!

Veejane: I’ve heard rumours that there never was a V. C. Andrews . . .

What can I say? She was a very strong formative influence.

Penni: True. But Henry Miller really deserved it! Plus he’s dead. Surely that lets me off the hook?

September 12th, 2007 at 10:28 pm
Katie Says:

oh no! reading your blog and just knowing how much you condone teen pregnancy has gotten me pregnant! oh, and i’m also drunk, because apparently you condone teen drinking too.

September 13th, 2007 at 6:17 pm
Cassie Says:

I fear I too am a huge Holmes fan. Josh got me the annotated omnibus of the stories for my birthday and I loved them more than jewelry. But I respect your opinions. Except about some stuff. some stuff you’re just totally wrong about.

September 13th, 2007 at 7:51 pm
Corey Says:

I saw Disney’s “Great Mouse Detective” as a kid and thought, hey, I might dig SH novels in my older years. To this date, I have, well, still only liked “Great Mouse Detective.” heheh

September 14th, 2007 at 5:23 pm