I’m late coming to it, but Michael Kinsley wrote an essay in Time on April 10 about the psychic fallout of switching his identity from that of an editor, who longanimously pampers his writers, to that of a writer, who longanimously suffers under his editors. (Hat tip.) His essay reminds me of a great line in Muriel Spark’s novel Loitering with Intent: “I didn’t know then, as I know now, that the traditional paranoia of authors is as nothing compared to the inalienable schizophrenia of publishers.”
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Or T.S. Eliot, "You may be right that most editors are failed writers, but so are most writers."
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