April 14, 2008

It’s taken me a week to write this entry. Or, rather, it’s taken me a week to write a version of this entry that I can post without fear of shooting myself in the foot in some horrible way that will ruin my life and make me want to kill myself.

Because last week my [long and fascinating but dangerous-in-the-wrong-hands passage redacted] never go to Iceland again, or else.

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14 Responses to It’s taken me a week to write this entry

  1. mkf says:

    fuck the survivor guilt, babe–editors are interchangeable; talent is not.

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  2. Oh, but mkf, it’s not survivor guilt–he was a very, very, very talented editor. He knew how not to get in my way. He knew how to get in my way when I needed it, and in exactly the way(s) I needed it. Plus, he is hysterically funny. It’s certainly possible that some editors are fungible, but this one, I fear, is/was not.

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  3. Eric says:

    Sounds like an editor (and I wouldn’t know) is like so many of those “professional” people who come into your life: they start out as business. Before you know it, they and their work has become an integral part of your life. Like your favorite hairstylist or your voice teacher or any of a litany of people who provide you services. Sorry for any agita it caused you, though.

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  4. TED says:

    The only logical conclusion is that they’ve wanted to fire him for months or years, and they only kept him around because he was working on Swish. Obviously, you have tremendous power, and they have great faith in y our work.

    In any case, since he’s completed the editing process on such an important book, there was nowhere for him to go but down, and his bosses were likely trying to spare him the disillusionment and the ultimate fall to rehab when he realized that his best work was behind him. I understand the same thing happened to the editor of the Bible.

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  5. Logan says:

    Worrying burns calories. (Il n’y a rien de mal qui peut sortir de tout

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  6. TED says:

    I can’t even begin to imagine how painful it must be to be rejected by the fjords.

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  7. TED says:

    I can’t even begin to imagine how painful it must be to be rejected by the fjords.

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  8. Jeffrey says:

    I can’t think about Iceland without thinking, oddly, of the Swedish Chef yelling, “Bj

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  9. birdoparadise says:

    The Reykjavik underground gives me the chills.

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  10. David says:

    Noted.

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  11. Convivia says:

    Now I am hesitant about going to Iceland for the first time.

    In the old days, there would have been an orgy in this post somewhere.

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  12. TED: No, I suspect you can’t.

    Jeffrey: Is he hitting you over the head with a pan while he yells?

    birdoparadise: I’ve never been on the Reykjavik underground, but merely writing this sentence is giving me the chills.

    David: Excellent.

    Convivia: There is.

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  13. mkf says:

    wanna hear something funny?

    i had come back to apologize for my previous comment to this post (intending to explain that i had been feeling a little dog-eat-dog that morning), only to find that either my past sins had been magically washed away, or, more likely, the post to which i refer must exist in some parallel dimension to which i no longer have access.

    isn’t that hilarious? [of course, you have no idea what i’m talking about, but that other faustus does.]

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  14. mkf: If you ask in the right way I can get you into the parallel dimension. I’m not sure I can get you back again, but then again Faustus is much sexier there so it’s kind of in my interest to keep you from returning.

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