By this point, I may very well may have been frothing at the mouth, and had fight hard to suppress myself to avoid stealing all of the panel’s time. I hate microphone hogs, and didn’t want to find myself becoming one of them. But when it came to Carver, I couldn’t control myself.<\/p>\n
Barry Malzberg, who was the only one there to have been personally edited by Lish, was the next to speak (when I finally yielded the floor, that is), and he rose to the man’s defense. Lish may not have done what was best for the writer, he said, but he did what was best for the magazine. To an editor, what was most important was the consistency of the magazine’s voice, and Lish protected that. Barry shared that Lish had edited one of his submissions for Esquire<\/i>, then sent it back, harshly cut and rearranged, with perhaps 30% of the story gone. Lish asked him to retype it and resubmit it, with the hopes that Lish could get the story past the powers that be. Which Barry did, only to have the story bounced anyway. Barry subsequently sold the story to F&SF<\/i> (I think), and claimed that it was a better story for Lish’s hand. <\/p>\n
I contrasted Lish with Horace Gold, who also ruled with a dictatorial hand, and who nearly destroyed “Flowers for Algernon” with his insistence on a happy ending. So not all dictators are equal. All Lish was, I said, was Gold plus talent.<\/p>\n
As for me, I’d personally rather publish a good story that says what I intended it to say than a great story that says the opposite of what I’d intended. I’d rather be hated for what I am than loved for what I am not. <\/p>\n
The one thing I failed to say, which comes to mind now, is an old quote which I’ve heard attributed to Tony Bennett, which goes something like this—what they called my flaws when I was young, they call my style now that I’m older and successful. I’d hate for an editor to make a writer more palatable by removing that uniqueness.<\/p>\n
I should add that I don’t want any of the editors out there to think I’m dismissing those good editors who are helping writers achieve their visions and to say what they want to say. My problem is with those editors who change the point of their writers’ stories until they say the opposite of what was originally intended.<\/p>\n
I could go on for thousands more words about Carver … but I won’t. (And forgive me for not quoting Ron,i, and Lucy as well, for they certainly also had important things to say on the matter—but how much of this subject do I dare to inflict upon you?)<\/p>\n
Immediately after that panel, I read my short story “A Very Private Tour of a Very Public Museum,” which will be out in two months in the Summer 2008 issue of Postscripts<\/i> magazine<\/a>. I was pleased to see that Val Grimm (above), who had given my last Postscripts<\/i> story such a stellar review<\/a>, was in attendance. <\/p>\n I only had an hour for lunch before the panel after that, and so rushed to the bar with Fiona Kelleghan and Rob Sawyer. We were joined there by Brett Cox and Jeanne Beckwith. <\/p>\n At 1:00, I participated in a panel titled “Finding Hamster Huey’s Head: The Nature of the Childhood Short Story,” where I was joined by Shira Daemon, Sarah Beth Durst, Louise Marley, and Ann Tonsor Zeddies. I took the position that, just as C. P. Snow had said that patriotism was only the love of the food that we ate as children (if I’m misattributing that quote, please let me know—I’d already given Carson McCullers credit for a Flannery O’Connor quote on a panel this weekend), our love of literature is nothing more than the resonances of the books we loved as children. <\/p>\n Paul, Deb, and I dashed off immediately at the end of my panel so we could get back to Providence in time to pick up Brownie from the dog sitter. As we drove, we gave the con a postmortem, which, no, you don’t get to hear about. Once back on Poplar Street, I took a brief nap, which only ended when a cat walked up the length of my body and sat on my head.<\/p>\n But, as they say in the commercials, that’s not all!<\/p>\n Ever since I started flying into and out of Providence instead of Boston to get to Readercon, the three of us have had a tradition of eating a farewell dinner at Wes’ Rib House<\/a> as a way of extending the con even further. Often local writers and fans join in. This year, in addition to Don and Sheila D’ammassa, Dan and Sandy Pearlman, and Mike Blake, we were joined by Pete and Nikki Crowther, who had been in the area attending Necon rather than Readercon, and who were about to vacation with Paul and Deb for four days before heading home to the UK. (That’s Paul, Nikki, Deb, and Pete with me above.) It was great to get some time with Pete and Nikki, two of the nicest people in the world, whom I can’t see often enough.<\/p>\n![\"Readercon2008Grimm\"](\"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/Readercon2008Grimm-300x225.jpg\")
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