I love how small the literary
publishing world is—and I hate it, too.
It’s really hard to beat the
pleasure of walking through the AWP bookfair and shaking hands with those
editors who accepted a poem, story, or essay of mine. These are people I know
primarily from e-mails and the occasional postal exchange, and it sometimes
feels as though I have a relationship with them. We may have worked on
improving a poem together, or we may have put together a suite of poems that
would work interestingly together. By the time we’re done, I feel a certain
closeness to them, although they may, in fact, be near-strangers to me.
When they choose to, editors of
literary journals play an important role. They are the ones who vet thousands
of submissions to find work that is worth presenting to an audience. They thus
serve the needs of readers and of writers.
Believe it or not, editing a
magazine is quite a difficult job. The numbers of submissions are a little hard
to envision for those who have not been on the editorial side of the transom,
and good editors build relationships with writers—even writers who are
rejected. It takes a lot of time, energy, and effort to maintain these
relationships, but the most rewarding part of my editorial life was when a
writer I’d been encouraging finally broke through and sent work that was too
good to refuse.
And in addition to the time that
goes into communicating with writers, it is also very time-consuming to make
decisions. I’ve mentioned before here that a negative response is usually a
speedy default, but the work that comes close can be puzzling to consider. And
editors must work quickly, or they risk losing out to other journals—as they
should. Simultaneous submissions serve writers and journals well in this way.
Despite my tremendous respect for
editors, I do see some questionable practices in play from a handful. Most
editors are also writers, and some back-scratching occurs from time to time, or
seems to. On occasion I have sent to journals and received, almost
simultaneously, both an acceptance and a submission from the editor. With the
number of journals that exist, this seems like an unlikely coincidence, but
it’s a common one nonetheless.
As editor-in-chief of a major
litmag, I spent a dozen years publishing other people’s work instead of my own.
During that time, I made many good professional contacts and built some
friendships in the field, but an unexpected effect was that my relationships
with other editors made submitting awkward. I didn’t want even a sense of quid
pro quo where my poems were concerned; instead, I wanted them to get by on
their own merit. During these years, for the most part I didn’t attempt to
publish in journals, and I certainly didn’t pursue a full-length book. Lately,
I’ve been catching up for lost time—thankful for the quick turnover in the
literary field and the spate of new journals that are always being created.
In the old days, I sought
publication with the most established journals, and I thought of publications
in terms of tiers. There was a top tier that represented the most established
and prestigious outlets, and a secondary tier for very fine journals of long
standing, and a middling tier and a low tier. I avoided the low tier
altogether, because I didn’t really want my work to be in subpar journals.
Of course the recent (and ongoing)
online literary publishing revolution forced a change in my thinking. Some
fascinating online journals offered a much bigger potential audience than most
of my supposed top-tier journals. If audience isn’t a determiner of tier, the
system is flawed. When I submit my work, I want readers, and I’m sort of over
the idea of prestige through long standing. With every single issue, a journal
has to bring it—bring excellent, challenging work that surprises readers and withstands
scrutiny.
Work exchanged through cronyism
typically doesn’t withstand scrutiny. Writers don’t resort to those means if
they have the chops to do otherwise. Unfortunately, the reading public has only
one way of evaluating a journal, and that is through the work it publishes.
I loved being an editor-in-chief,
but I also love operating outside of the system. When you start out as nobody
special, an acceptance means that, in fact, you are special—and it’s your work that makes you so.
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