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Dr. No

Tn_interdictionsign_png Writer Cathrine Wald knows from "No." Her essays and articles have been turned down by most national publications. Her novels have been rejected by major publishing houses, and her short stories have languished at leading fiction magazines and journals. Her applications to prestigious writer's colonies have been rejected on a regular basis, and she consistently fails to make the finalist's list in a wide variety of fellowships and award programs.

But has that stopped her? What do you think. The feisty Ms. Wald, a self-styled “rejexpert,” has gathered up the best tales of "No" by some well-known writers and came back with the mother of all rejection collections: The Resilient Writer: Tales of Rejection and Triumph from 23 Top Authors, featuring Arthur Golden, Amy Tan, Frederick Busch, Joy Harjo, Kathryn Harrison, Elinor Lipman, and Edmund White.

Now who’s having the last laugh?


The Making of a ‘Rejexpert,’ By Cathy Wald

I never set out to write a book about rejection, let alone become a world-renowned ‘rejexpert.’ All I really wanted was to get my first novel published.

I’d spent five years writing “Woman In Flames,” a historical/fantasy novel set in Bengal, India, around the turn of the last century. Along the way, I got lots of feedback from my writers’ group, and I kept going back and rewriting and revising as I moved forward to finish the book. I thought I’d done everything I possible could to create a masterpiece, and I was ready for the big payoff.

What I understand now, but didn’t back then, is that there’s a pretty long learning curve involved in writing novels. Your first one isn’t necessarily going to be the one that gets you published. I’ve since learned from the authors I interviewed for The Resilient Writer that you might not hit it right until the second, third or fourth novel – if you can hang in there that long. But at the time, I was very impatient and idealistic. When I landed a top New York agent, I was convinced I was on my way to the top.

I remained convinced for two-and-a-half years, while my agent sent the manuscript out to editors, one at a time. Each of the rejection letters we got was thoughtful and informative – yet most of them contradicted each other and some of them made no sense at all. It was a frustrating time that turned devastating when my agent announced to me that she’d run out of publishers. The End.

By this time, I was well into my second novel, but the reality that my first novel wasn’t going to be published stopped me dead in my tracks. I was unable to work on the next book, and I was feeling even more depressed, frustrated and isolated than we writers normally do. To prevent me from inappropriately venting my anger on my family and household pets, I decided to get my emotions out of my system by writing about them.

The first thing I did was write some nasty and hilarious parody material (at least it made me laugh), a sort of anti-self-help book idea for rejected writers. After that I decided it might help me and other rejectees if we could post our letters and stories online – so I created the website rejectioncollection.com. Then I began peddling my parody book proposal, which was roundly rejected. As I rewrote the proposal and it slowly evolved into what is now The Resilient Writer, I was helped by a new agent and the support of hundreds of people who had visited my website. I even got written up in The New York Times.

Researching and writing The Resilient Writer was really the easiest part of the process. It wasn’t hard to find authors to interview: In fact I initially had 26 people, but I had to cut three for space purposes. (Imagine having to reject someone from a book about rejection!) I found that most writers, especially famous writers, have tales of rejection. And they’re usually happy to talk about rejection, because they understand that other writers need to hear their stories.

Rejection is still a subject of secret shame for many writers, especially those who have not yet been published. When they see that everyone, even people like Arthur Golden and Amy Tan and Wally Lamb have been affected by rejection, they realize it’s just something we all have to go through. I hope my book will give people the courage and conviction to keep writing, no matter what.

Even though I have a published book under my belt, I’m still afraid of rejection. While I was writing The Resilient Writer, my worst nightmare was that the authors in the book would decide they didn’t like it. But now that I’ve heard from a few people who have read it, and I’ve reread it myself several times, I’m less neurotic about that. Now all I have to do is worry about the critics!

Submit, Now!

Fiftieslady Calling all poets, today is the LAST day to submit work for No Tell Motel’s Bedside Guide Anthology. Sex appeal, playfulness and discretion is advised (in the poems, that is). Get your guidelines on here.

For the Kids: Random House is running a contest called Twentysomething, essays by Twentysomething Writers. They’re basically looking for cool, short nonfiction essays by good (but not super famous) writers in their twenties. The top essay wins $20,000 and up to 28 others get published in a book due out in September 2006. More info here.

LBC NEWS

Lbc_2 Things are hopping over at the LBC. Case Histories editor, Reagan Arthur, stopped by for a visit last week. And next week we’re looking forward to an appearance by author, Kate Atkinson. (Our smart neighbor, Booksquare, offers a indepth look at CH here.)

This week, Michael Orthofer, of The Literary Saloon, reveals his nomination for Read This! He selected Christa Wolf’s In the Flesh, and offers some very good reasons why this book deserves our readerly attentions.

And for those in NYC this week for BEA. Come out and party with the LBC. Thursday, June 2nd,
6-8pm at New York's Slipper Room (Orchard & Stanton). Drinks, bookish conversation, and maybe some surprise guests! RSVP@beatrice.com if you're thinking of joining us...

Blogroll, Please...

Hairstyletop_1 Yes, the Happy Booker had a happy three day birthday weekend, complete with chocolates and a floral tribute, which is what we require for a truly exceptional personal celebration. But now we’re back on blog-duty and noticed it was high time to update the old Blogroll with a few favorites we’ve been enjoying and hope you will too.

Jeff, at the syntax of things, because he takes our reading recommendations seriously and has the good sense to be enjoying the hell out of Drive Like Hell.

Lux Lotus, because it’s so smart and cool and makes us want to be a better blogger.

Large Vibrating Egg, because the mysterious Jimmy Beck makes us smile.

Largehearted Boy, because despite protestations to the contrary, that blog that is waay cooler than this one. Trust us.

Last but not least, I have made sure that all the members of the LBC have been added, because they’re the first co-op board to accept my application.

Blog on!

xx, THB

Kate Speaks

If Ayelet Waldman and Nicole Krauss got together and formed a club for writers married to other notable writers, Kate Lehrer would be its president. Sure, Kate’s an accomplished writer; she’s got four novels under her belt, her work is widely anthologized , and she’s a founding member of PEN/Faulkner. Yet when folks talk to her about her career, the name of her husband often finds its way into the conversation. I guess that’s what happens when you’re married for over thirty-five years to Jim Lehrer, Emmy award-winning anchor of PBS's The News Hour with Jim Lehrer, and author of 14 novels.

How does Kate manage being the other half of a dynamic writing duo? Well, don’t let the title of her latest book,Confessions of a Bigamist, give you the wrong impression. Here’s the real answer, in her own words:

Kl_home1Confessions of Kate Lehrer

As one half of a novel-writing couple who have survived together the writing, publishing, and marketing of 19 novels —15 for Jim and 4 for me —I'd like to report that there are more days of wine and roses than ....well, the bad days at Blackrock. The rewards really do outweigh the frustrations, more so as we've mellowed —sort of —over time and error.

Certain advantages accrue in having your very own home-grown critic and editor. Having such different styles and voices helps all the more. We shore up the other's weaknesses, except when we don't. And thus enters what we call, "the honey, but" factor. It goes something like this:

Say, I read a chapter or first draft of Jim's new book. All amiability, I begin by telling him how he's really on to something, how fantastic the idea is. Then, "It's really great, honey, but...." This is the phase where I lay out what doesn't quite work, what could use improvement. His smile vanishes, his voice gets edgy, he begins to tell me why I'm wrong. Patiently and loudly, as if the other doesn't quite understand your language and a raised voice will help, I explain why my suggestions make perfect sense, and, indeed, he is wrong. The injured party retaliates either with a terse, "fine," or an implied — or stated — "you don't understand what I'm doing." Gloves are thrown down. The combatants engage. Voices go full-throttle.

If I'm the critic, my parting shot runs along the lines of, "If you'd grow up and learn to handle a little criticism,..." —this as doors bang and combatants stalk off indifferent directions. When it's his turn as the good editor, his last note tends toward, "If you don't want my opinion, why did you ask in the first place?"

The end result? Both sulk a while. The piece of writing gets stronger, not always because we follow the other's suggestions, but because we shore up, make clear what all those written words were intended to do. And as I said, time has mellowed us. We've also gained enough confidence not to need to kill the messenger. Not every time.

A question we're frequently asked is how we handle the competition. The answer is we don't really compete. Our books are too different. And while this may sound too gooey by half, the other's state of mind is more important than any score-keeping. We know too well what rejection and disappointment feel like. Rooting for each other takes precedence.

I admit that I wish I wrote half as fast as Jim —remember that 15 to 4 score card. I envy him his confidence and discipline to keep on trucking, not agonizing and second-guessing himself he way I do. Of if he ever does, he doesn't slow down. I stop in my tracks, suck my thumb, moan, make
impossible to-do lists, make lunch dates - whatever it takes to stay away from writing.

Confessions_small All this leading up to the end result this time around. Late last spring,we did a book tour together. I talked about the hardback of Confessions of a Bigamist, Jim about his latest, Flying Crows — and about how I definitely had no need to be a bigamist. A year later I'm pleased to be promoting my paperback of Confessions while Jim is promoting yet another new hardback,The Franklin Affair. Does this drive me crazy? Yeah!

Wednesday Links-its

Music_note It’s no secret that I am a big fan of Drive like Hell by Dallas Hudgens. It's one of my favorite books this year. And yes, Dallas is a friend of mine, a mightily talented friend with a book that’s also been lauded by Book Sense, Barnes and Noble Discover Great New Writers, and Book of the Month Club.

So, yes, this book rocks, and so does Dallas, frankly. As many may remember, Dallas dropped by to program my iPod, not with his favorite songs but with songs he thought the Happy Booker would enjoy. That's the kind of guy he is.

Today he drops in on largehearted boy to share a few tracks that his Drive Like Hell characters would enjoy, as part of Book Notes, a great idea from a blog that is waay cooler than mine. Go check it out.

Behind the Music
Recent blog visitor, the talented Quinn Dalton, drops in on M.J. Rose’s Backstory blog to share a few thoughts on what went into writing her new story collection, Bulletproof Girl. We are big fans of the short story around here and found Dalton's collection to be the real deal. Absolutely worth the read.

Tcman3The Great Dan Network

Dan Wickett is a busy man. Or he’s a robot. We’re not sure. But while holding down a full time job he’s also had time for a few literary diversions:

Dan Wickett reviews the entire oeuvre of writer, John McManus, here, here and here .

And interviews McManus here

Whew… but that’s not all. In addition to reviewing and interviewing writers, he also had a little sitdown with 9 editors at some really great literary journals and picked their brains about all manner of things literary. Read the panel discussion here .

Then he takes the time to review all the recent literary journals he’s been thumbing through, here .

In his spare time, Dan interviewed poet, C. Dale Young here, and reviewed Young’s recent poetry collection here.

If you haven't already signed up for free membership in the All Dan Network…errr… I mean the Emerging Writer’s Network, what, in the name of Dan, are you waiting for?

Kevin Smokler in the Driver's Seat

Car_keys_1 We’re slowly getting back into the swing of things after our trip away, so we’re tossing the keys to the blog to Kevin Smokler today, who drops by on his Virtual Book Tour — this time Kevin shares news about his own book, Bookmark Now: Writing in Unreaderly Times. (Make sure to check out Kevin's many VBT stops today, including a visit with our smart and funny neighbor, BookSquare). Sit back and enjoy while Kevin takes the blog out for a little spin.

Kevin Smokler guest blogs on the Happy Booker

Roxana Robinson's essay "Writing Spaces" from last month got to me thinking: I've never had a dedicated writing space that inspired me. Or even left me alone for long. Living in a series of cramped, urban apartments, my computer has sat in some spare bedroom/office/storage-area-for-boxes-never-unpacked -from-previous-move. The clutter felt vaguely oppressive, like it might swallow me, and my attempts at creation. And while I was an early laptop buyer in the mid1990s, thinking it might free me to write in the park or at the aquarium, it'd take another 8-10 years and the mild penetration of free wireless access in my San Francisco neighborhood, to liberate me from writing in my lame "writing room." Even then, battery life and too many watchful cafe managers have their hands on the controls.

I like to write wherever because that's how I started as a young journalist, notes scrawled on pads flush against a train station wall while trying to remember whether the mayor said "financial" or "fanatical." My reading life however plays with half that deck. The portability of books allows me to keep one in my backpack, another on my night table, two in the car in case I show up early for an appointment. I can squeeze in a minute of reading while laying on the operating table if I strategize. But that's the hitch. While writing everywhere frees me as a writer, removing the ceremony from an act I already bog down with significance, I only feel like the reader I want to be if I plan. Then plan some more.

Bookmark_now_1 Bookmark Now (Basic Books, June 2005), the essay collection I edited, has this dilemma slung over its shoulder. How do we fine time to read in 2005 when so much other media, culture and entertainment compete for our time and attention? How do we stay passionate readers (of
books, magazines, poetry and plays) when our Neflix queue numbers 350 movies and our Tivos and RSS Readers fill themselves as we sleep? In his essay "Distractions", novelist Tom Bissell tells of a struggle for peaceful coexistence between his love of literature and his mad desire to play 9 straight hours of Grand Theft Auto. Writer Elizabeth Spiers essay "Andrew Krucoff and the Amazing Paper Weblog" problemizes the question of what exactly reading is when we can be passionate readers
of books, blogs, and magazine amalgams of both. But for me it comes down to two clichés from real estate: "Location, location, location" and "It's easier to sell a house on a sunny day."

I can't imagine myself going a day without reading books but the same day with no movies, video games or radio seems pretty bleak to me also. I'm a certified arts and culture junkie and books are daily pills of choice. Not only ones, just my favorites.

So I keep book everywhere and determine what to read through a topographical map of my day and mood. My night table book can be slow and lyrical because its the end of the day and I'm trying to unwind. Subway and car books can't be too dense of plot because I don't know when I'll pick them up again and may not have 10 minutes getting reacquainted with the story. Bathroom books should have short self-contained chapters because (hopefully) I won't be in there too long.

But mood overrides everything. If a book is exactly what I need that day, if follows me from car, to lunch, to subway and back home. If I'm still keyed up from writing that night, a novel with a long, ropey
narrative won't work as bedtime reading. And some days I just want pixels and play "Splinter Cell" until my eyes roll back. Then I feel bad and read a little of something. Anything.

There's something unique about being a reader now, where I am in my life and in time, that defines this struggle. My generation has had a ring side seat to the largest explosion of media availability in history, thrown into relief by the advent of cable television and video games in early childhood, the VCR wars in adolescence, the internet in college and now satellite radio, TiVo, Netflix and podcasting as we take jobs and start families. Perhaps because it all came so fast, in such regular waves of tidal proportions. I never felt like I had to choose one over the other. As a first grader, Saturday afternoon meant either my 15th read through "Tales of the Fourth Grade Nothing" or several hours of "Missile Command." In good weather, my mother demanded I drop both and head outside.

Today the task of controlling and chose one's cultural intake seems as great as consuming it. I have a carefully curated advisory board of friends, blogs and review pages that know my taste and keep me
informed of books I might enjoy. When I finish a book, I immediately write about it in a small moleskin notebook to have some record, amid the media din, that the book and I ever met. I then give that book a set of tags ("novel", "contemporary", Dorothy Allison"). If I'm good, the next book I read shouldn't have any of those same tags. I then spend a good hour going over my shelves (organized by category and author) and selecting what to read next. Unless there's something that I must read next. Then it's a new game.

Maintaining the system takes time and energy away from my reading time. But it's the only way I can think of to keep things, equitable, pleasantly random, fair. Left to my own devices, I will read whatever
I feel like at the moment I finish my last book which feels like eating a chocolate bar because I just had a peanut butter sandwich. I'll never reconcile the brawling siblings of Should Read and Want to Read but at least this way they're not try to kill each other.

Bookmark Now lands next week and I embark on a cross country tour. I'm guessing I’ll be asked more than once what I'm reading and what else out there is good. I'll answer Can't Stop Won't Stop: A History of the Hip-Hop Generation by Jeff Chang and The Jane Austin Book Club by Karen Joy Fowler. But I'll be thinking "Two books that have nothing to do with mine." Two books that, while selected based on time, mood and geography, will also give me a freedom I will desperately need this summer if I am at all able to be present for those who have supported me: The freedom, whether reading in airport lounges or in strange hotel rooms, to call the time my own.

DC-Area Literary Events

Tuesday, May 24th

Amitav Ghosh reads from his new novel, The Hungry Tide , at Politics and Prose tonight at 7pm. (For more on Ghosh, his coverage on the Tsunami can be found here.)

Blog-favorite Richard McCann reads from Mother of Sorrows , at Lambda Rising, 1625 Connecticut Ave. tonight at 7pm.

Wednesday, May 25th

Luncheon and Poetry Reading featuring David McAleavey, Clarinda Harriss, Linda Joy Burke, and Robert L. Giron. The Arts Club of Washington, 2017 I St. NW, Foggy Bottom neighborhood, DC. (202) 331-7282. Advance reservations required! 12:30 to 2:30 pm. A tribute to Whitman's living legacy. Authors featured in The Whitman Issue of Beltway: A Poetry Quarterly read from Whitman and their own work. Hosted by Mark Ohnmacht. Sponsored by The Arts Club of Washington. $15 Admission cost includes lunch. For more festival information, visit the web site.

The "Translators without Borders" Third Annual Bilingual Poetry Reading The Martin Luther King Memorial Library 901 G St (right across the street from the Gallery Place Metro Stop); 6- 8 pm. Free. Translators to read: C.M. Mayo * Lily Liu * Paul Hopper * James Kennedy * Camilla Bozzoli *Ninie G Syarkikin * Blanka Novotna * Maria Eugenia Kiburz
Spanish * Czech * Indonesian * German * Portuguese * Italian * Chinese and more!

Till Tuesday...

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Little Ms. Links-A-Lot

Thelinkorama_2 Off to New York this weekend, back to the ancestral home to attend my mother’s wedding—3rd time’s the charm! Here are plenty of links to keep you busy till I return with anecdotes and incriminating photos.

LBC: People are talking

  • Our Read This! selection has sparked lots of lively debate over on the LBC site : 85 responses and climbing. We note a comment posted by the inestimable Ms. Booklust: “Oh for the love of crap, can't we just move on and talk about the book?”
  • What she said.

    Dave, at Word Munger, puts the idea of mainstream into perspective.

    Fellow LBC member Scott Esposito weighs in with a modest proposal of his own.

    Stay tuned next week, as the LBC posts its “Minority Opinion” by members who were less enthusiastic about the book, also look for visits from Ms. Atkinson, her editor, and plenty more lively book discussion, to be sure!

    New Kids on the Block

  • Check out Bad Librarian, the new monthly column at PopMatters, by Erik Wennermark.
  • Writer and editor Richard Cumyn, steps in for Ami McKay at Incidental Pieces this week and passes along a few helpful hints for writers.
  • Caroline Kettlewell continues to put out the welcome mat for the narrative (non-fiction) faction. Calling it “the Genre That Hath No Name. (We know who we are. Knock twice on the door and tell 'em John McPhee sent you).” Ms. K. has even gone so far as to write her own theme song, The Narrative Non-Fiction Lament, sung to the tune of Somewhere from West Side Story :

    There's a name for us,
    Somewhere, a name for us.
    A name that means more than "we're not fiction"
    A clear depiction, somewhere.

    More on the musical score here.

    Found in Translation

  • Big in Japan. Dan Wickett interview’s David Karashima, translator of Hitomi Kanehari’s Snakes and Earrings, the Japanese bestseller due to release in the US next week.
  • The Ledge, the literary site from the Netherlands has gone to an English language format, featuring interviews with authors, translators and critics from around the world.

DC EVENT, this weekend

Joyce Johnson will be reading from her most recent book, Missing Men: A Memoir , and talking about the craft of memoir writing at the Writer's Center on Saturday, May 21, at 7 p.m. Reception to follow. $10.00 (Member), $15.00 (Non-Member). Lecture and reception included in the price of admission.

Photo of the Week

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Choir Buoys courtesy of the Vapor Trail.

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