Letters of Note: Norman Maclean

From Letters of Note

I stumbled across the letter below by Norman Maclean, as well as the one pictured above, on the wonderful Letters of Note blog.  As an editor (as well as poet), I can directly relate to the pain of rejection because it is the stuff I deal in everyday, like it or not.  I believe an editor, especially with poetry, should be as supportive as she can be.  Reading what happened to Mr. Maclean and his, in my estimation, "measured response," brought the pure, heartfelt joy only a certain type of non-violent revenge may bring.

Yes, fellow poets and writers, this one's for you:

Dear Mr. Elliott:

I have discovered that I have been writing you under false pretenses, although stealing from myself more than from you. I have stolen from myself the opportunity of seeing the dream of every rejected author come true.

The dream of every rejected author must be to see, like sugar plums dancing in his head, please-can't-we-see-your-next-manuscript letters standing in piles on his desk, all coming from publishing companies that rejected his previous manuscript, especially from the more pompous of the fatted cows grazing contentedly in the publishing field. I am sure that, under the influence of those dreams, some of the finest fuck-you prose in the English language has been composed but, alas, never published. And to think that the rare moment in history came to me when I could in actuality have written the prose masterpiece for all rejected authors – and I didn't even see that history had swung wide its doors to me.

You must have known that Alfred A. Knopf turned down my first collection of stories after playing games with it, or at least the game of cat's-paw, now rolling it over and saying they were going to publish it and then rolling it on its back when the president of the company announced it wouldn't sell. So I can't understand how you could ask if I'd submit my second manuscript to Alfred A. Knopf, unless you don't know my race of people. And I can't understand how it didn't register on me – 'Alfred A. Knopf' is clear enough on your stationery.

But, although I let the big moment elude me, it has given rise to little pleasures. For instance, whenever I receive a statement of the sales of 'A River Runs Through It' from the University of Chicago Press, I see that someone has written across the bottom of it, 'Hurrah for Alfred A. Knopf.' However, having let the great moment slip by unrecognized and unadorned, I can now only weakly say this: if the situation ever arose when Alfred A. Knopf was the only publishing house remaining in the world and I was the sole remaining author, that would mark the end of the world of books.

Very sincerely,

Norman Maclean

Of course, the first, rejected book was A River Runs Through It, a hugely popular collection of Maclean's work published by the University of Chicago and later made into a popular motion picture. 

Another fine form of revenge of a similar ilk is E. E. Cummings' famed rejection dedication to his aptly titled volume, No Thanks. 

(Source: Francis Burr, via Al Pinetree; Image: Norman Maclean in 1970 by Leslie Strauss Travis, via.)

don't go geese!
everywhere it's a floating world
of sorrow

     Issa
     translated by David G. Lanoue

And David's alternate translation, in, as he says, more contemporary language:






don't go, geese!
the world sucks
everywhere

     Issa    
     translated by David G. Lanoue






best,
Don

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