Sleepwalking
“After I stepped onto the elevator at the publishing house, anxiously clutching the little cardboard box that contained my manuscript, a priest got on carrying an enormous manuscript, a huge thing of many hundreds of pages, all tied up with twine. He looked at me and said, “Do they know you’re coming?” I said yes, they did. Then he said, proudly, “They don’t know I’m coming!”
I sometimes think about this moment, which dates back not only to the start of my life as a writer, but also to a dif...ferent era in publishing. Back then, in the early 1980s, fiction was experiencing a golden moment. Novels anchored by all kinds of voices were being celebrated, even ones that, if they were published today, would certainly be considered “small.” I’m not entirely sure what “small” means, exactly, or its related adjective, “quiet,” but I know enough to have a feeling that Sleepwalking could be aptly described using those two words. And yet I don’t mean this as criticism.MoreLess
I sometimes think about this moment, which dates back not only to the start of my life as a writer, but also to a dif...ferent era in publishing. Back then, in the early 1980s, fiction was experiencing a golden moment. Novels anchored by all kinds of voices were being celebrated, even ones that, if they were published today, would certainly be considered “small.” I’m not entirely sure what “small” means, exactly, or its related adjective, “quiet,” but I know enough to have a feeling that Sleepwalking could be aptly described using those two words. And yet I don’t mean this as criticism.MoreLess
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